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Sevika, who always picks you up and carries you to the shower after the two of you have sex, has made it a routine by now—but one day, as she’s carrying you, you decide to tease her.
“You’re carrying me like a princess. Are you my knight?” you ask with a playful grin.
Of course, Sevika being Sevika, lets out a low laugh and replies, “Oh, sweetheart, you know I’m no knight. If anything, I’m the goddamn dragon that’s gonna devour you.”
And you, being you, can’t help but shoot back with a smirk, “Can I ride you then?” — wiggling your eyebrows at her.
She stops dead in her tracks, her jaw tightening as a deep growl rumbles from her chest. Her grip on you tightens slightly as her eyes flash with something dark and dangerous.
“Careful,” she mutters, voice low and full of warning. “Say shit like that and this shower’s gonna be anything but gentle.”
But reader is the blacksheep of their family due to the fact that they were born from an affair between the father and the mothers best friend (they made up afterwards, and took reader in after the moms friend ran) yet the reader was still hated for that.
Now, the father's business was going down hill till ambessa and sevika made him an offer or deal. That if he let them 'marry' one of his daughters that they would give him a good amount of money.
Of the father agrees, then reader is choosen as he didn't want to risk any of his other daughters.
Soo that's how a reader in their 20's (you can choose the age) ends up with two 40+ year Olds.
And ambessa and sevika Run a strict program as reader isn't allowed to touch themselves and sex toys are usually locked away unless used by ambessa and sevika
So in desperation one day, reader secretly gets a toy but oh boy when sevika and ambessa find out, they end up fucking and breeding them? (sorry for thy language)
(also don't ask how they manage both to breed the reader...but can you maybe it so the reader begs aswell for them not to come inside her? And if you want can you make it pillow princess reader? As I liked the last one you did 👉👈)
Moaned outloud reading this request....you little PERV...i know who you are, and of course !!! This will be my first ambessa fic and poly fic. Very excited!!!
Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged when it's done
kneeling at Sevika’s feet, arms wrapped around her leg with a bone gag around your mouth, while she smokes a cigarette and pats your head….dizzy thinking about that 😵💫
You move your feet and let your body do the motion
Synopsis: You realise you very much like Sevika's boots. Maybe a little too much, and she takes notice of that.
mdni | content: boot worship, leather kink, dry humping, vaginal sex, face-sitting, dom/sub play, stomach stepping, subspace, dacryphilia, perversion, sadomasochism, gloves, mommy kink, light verbal degradation, strapping, 'strap' blowjob. vaginal sex, cunnilingus, mild impact play
Pairing: Racer mechanic Sevika x reader
a/n: Please read: I am not a lesbian, but I do love women (nearly more than I like sleeping). In this fic, there's something called a 'packer' that is used by Sevika, because I found out about it, and it looks super cool. this fic is 10.k words...holy shit
Honestly, if a buff butch wore leather boots around me with a belt buckle strapped to it, I would ALSO be asking to get stepped on. This was a self-indulgent fic after I watched Pillion. Additionally, this is a remastered work from a past fic for another fandom.
if you're someone who wears a packer, please shoot me dm cause im very nosy and i love to ask question.
You never expected the outcome of seeing Sevika in leather boots to be sex. In hindsight, you also didn’t expect to develop some sort of obsession with the shoes. It was a random Friday night, and Vi had invited Sevika to race. You had gone countless times, and at first, you were waiting for Sevika to fuss and ask you to go, until Caitlyn called.
“Are you not going with Vi?” You asked, sketching out an outline of Sevika’s back muscle.
She sighed, “No. I’m mad at her right now…if I go, I’ll forget why I’m mad and end up bent over somewhere around the racetrack.”
You shrugged, “If you say so.” So you didn’t exactly pay attention to Sevika until she came out, and the click-clack sound of her shoes made you turn around.
You first noticed that Sevika’s hair was a mess, and that she was wearing a black leather jacket, with washed-out black jeans, and leather boots. High-heeled, leather cowboy boots with a silver buckled O-ring harness, and attached to the ring a set of silver chains that lap around the boot, disappearing under it.
So maybe your heart paused at the sight of the chains and the harness. Maybe your cunt twitched, and saliva got stuck in your throat, unable to give your girlfriend, who twirled for you, a nice compliment.
“Princess?” Sevika said, staring at you, holding her black helmet in one hand.
You swallowed thickly and gave her a soft smile, “You look good.”
Sevika smiled, looking down at her boots with pride. She took a couple of steps towards you, and the sound of the chains moving made you shudder. “They look nice, don’t they?”
You nodded, “They look cool. Nice chains.” When Sevika leaves, you couldn’t seem to move from the couch. It’s as if the air in your lungs had been stolen, and your ability to walk somehow diminished.
Yet all you could think about was those boots and how slick they looked. The way a soft clink followed with each step. The way the leather looked so soft and so rough, like it could glide off your skin. How snug they fit on Sevika.
So you did begin to wonder how good it would feel to drag your cunt along the material, or hump it while Sevika praised you or told you off for using her boots to get off. Maybe it would be even better if she would step on your stomach, heels dragging down all the way to your cunt until Sevika puts enough pressure on your clit, it pains you.
Maybe you’re fucking insane.
Maybe.
Since looking at the boots, you have spent hours searching for leather boot care. A soft-bristle brush to avoid scratching the leather. Typical leather cleaner, placing it on a damp cloth, and making a light lather, then moving it across the entire surface of the boots in small circular motions. Until it’s back into that slick, clean, and glossy state.
Leather Honey Leather Cleaner. MEKER Mink oil, saddle soap, Tanner’s preserve, Leather Cleaner. Because Sevika seems to enjoy the American brands more.
You spend HOURS researching names, until you get to a video, and all you can think about is Sevika wearing them and parading them for you. When Sevika finishes her work, she cleans her boot.
Right next to you.
Her long, strong fingers lace around the boot, inspecting it. She touches it with care, and the smell of the leather soap has you pausing–leather, citrus, and musk. The combination has your head feeling dizzy.
She wipes the silver chain down, and a phantom feeling of coldness rushes down your spine. Would they touch her nipples while Sevika steps on you? How cold would they feel? Do they smell like leather, too?
You look away, though your phone somehow begins to record, Sevika’s work on the boot, until she stops and looks at you, head tilting at your phone. “Are you recording?” Sevika asks, cleaning her hands with a rag.
You freeze, “No. Am I?” You look down at your phone absentmindedly, “Oh, I must’ve pressed it by accident.”
Sevika’s eyes narrow, but she doesn’t question it. She merely slides her body to you, smelling of leather, citrus, and wood. You swallow, nosing Sevika’s throat, placing a small kiss on her jugular vein.
She hums, ducking down to catch your lips into a heated kiss. Sevika licks your mouth open, each lap laced with greed and a feverish need to ravage you. Your lips stay connected until you pull back, panting with fingers attached to her biceps. “Why’d you decorate them?”
Sevika’s eyebrows knit together, “Huh?”
“The boots.”
The older woman chuckles, giving you a shrug, before leaning in to kiss you again. Yet you’re adamant, a hand plastered on Sevika’s chest until she gives the answer you want. The answer you need. You feel sick.
Sevika doesn’t even know why you’re asking, and she whines, “I don’t know, I wanted to try a different style, so I got them customized.”
You move your hand, allowing Sevika to trap you on the couch. She swallows every little sigh and whine she pulls from you, sucking on your pink tongue until your hips are grazing. “In-person?” You breathe out as Sevika presses kisses on the side of your neck.
A hum rings from her throat, hips pressing down until she’s got her knee pressed just right onto your clothed cunt. “Thought about getting combat ones, but these are better. The leather is smooth, and it doesn’t take long to clean.”
The leather is smooth.
You whimpers into the open, pushing Sevika’s hip down, bucking your own hip into her knee until you’re practically using Sevika’s body to get yourself off. “That’s it, princess, take what you need.”
Sevika coos at you, suckling on your skin. The sentence rings in your head while your cunt leaks, dampening your panties.
“Kiss.” You whine.
The leather is smooth.
The leather is smooth.
Sevika laps over every crevice in your mouth, groaning into you, while the drag of her knee along makes your body shudder with pleasure. The room is silent save for your heavy breathing and the wet sound of your mouths slotted together.
Your cunt flutters, and as your stomach contracts, Sevika groans, “The chains are detachable, can even attach them to the front of the boots.”
Your body goes rigid. A high-pitched whimper rips from your throat, while a flash of heat makes your body feel feverish and calm. You cums with a wet gasp, nails digging into Sevika’s shoulder, while the older woman nuzzles her face into your neck.
Oh god.
You came.
You came from grinding on her.
Sevika doesn’t stop pushing down on you, even when your feet dig into the couch, and you’re so close to crying from the sharp pain shooting down her spine. When Sevika cums, she groans into your ears, pulling you for another kiss that ends with your lips wet and swollen.
Your body relaxes when Sevika doesn’t mention anything about the leather. Instead, she scoops you up and takes you into the bathroom for a hot bath, and talks about her customers, and how tired she is of waking up so early.
Sevika is gone by the time you wake up. By eleven in the morning, you have showered and eaten breakfast. Mr. Vander, your cat has a babysitting weekend with your parents; you can only lounge around and finish prior commission requests.
That was your plan anyway, before you saw the clean boots outside the closet. You did not realize that Sevika had left the boots outside until you were on your way to the bathroom and saw them lying there, the sun shining upon them. You didn’t think twice about sinking to your knees and grabbing one of the boots.
You should have, but you didn’t.
You strip on the floor, piece by piece, until they’re discarded around you. You stare at the boots, pussy throbbing, while your skin prickles and goosebumps cover your arms. You stay still for a minute before reaching out to the boots.
The glide of your fingertips against the cool material pulls a wet gasp from you. The boot slides pressing against your pussy, and the first drag has slick pouring from your cunt. Your pussy grinds against the leather, and with each roll, the chain jingles, making you shudder.
You build a slow rhythm, allowing the pleasure to build in your stomach, until you feel close to crying. You picture Sevika above you, smirking at you with that knowing smile. “What a desperate thing you are, Princess.”
You imagine Sevika saying in that low, raspy voice, “Humping my boots like my cunt isn’t enough.” You moan, throaty and high-pitched, finger gripping the top of the boot so you can grind your clit on it.
You feel utterly filthy seeing the drenched and warm leather of Sevika’s boats. You grunt into it, pushing your hip down until your stomach hits the cold metal of the buckle. Your stomach contracts, and the simple thought of the same coldness against your nipples with the constant stimulation is enough to have you coming on the leather, drool sliding from the side of your mouth.
Your body rides out the tiny waves of pleasure, gasping into the air until your body goes lax, dropping to the side. How indecent and disgusting you are. But you clean the boots.
Thoroughly. Even as you’re shaking while the smell of leather and musk engulfs your senses, you clean the boots, rubbing the dried cum from the top. Then showers again, scrubbing your skin until you’re sure you fucked up the outermost layer of your skin. You try not to think about it.
Not until Sevika texts you in the late afternoon. “Get ready around four, we’ll be going to the store. I need something.”
Sevika picks you up in the slick red car and drives you to some shop. You don’t realize what the shop is until you’re inside, and the dim lighting casts a soft glow on the myriad of boots displayed on the wall. Your breath hitches for a second as Sevika pulls you around.
You stop in the back, just hidden away from the customers. Sevika picks one up, fingers gliding across the material, then she puts it down. She does the same to two more until she touches a leather one with two golden guns etched into a silver toe tip, and black floral embroidery around it.
Sevika touches the chunky heels and then gives them to you, who stares mindlessly at them. She circles you until one finger is perched on the small of your back, breath hitting the shell of your ear, while one hand is on your waist, thumb rubbing circles on your hip. “How’s the material? Touch it.”
She guides your fingers along the embroidery, feeling the rough ridges on your flesh. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Each word makes you shudder, until Sevika presses a kiss on your neck, “Maybe I’ll add a metal chain buckle. You want to put them on, Princess?” Sevika asks, pressing another kiss on your neck.
You mindlessly shakes her head, finger still moving along the floral embroidery, taking shallow breaths. Would they feel exactly like the ones Sevika has at home? Would the embroidery feel rough against your pussy? Would the silver tip catch on the skin of your clit, until your skin feels like it’s on fire?
“Or would you like me to wear them for you?”
Oh
Oh
Your body goes still, dropping the boots. You take a deep breath, scattering to grab it and shove it at Sevika. The second your fingertips brush, fire spreads across your spine, and you don’t look at the older woman, because you know you’ll stutter and look away from her eyes.
“I…I’ll go outside for some air…the bathroom.” Each step you take is followed by Sevika, calling your name out.
The sun blares against your face, making you squint. You don’t make it to the street because Sevika’s hand is suddenly on your wrist, pulling you into a bathroom. You cup the front of your pants, staring at her feet.
Your jeans feel too tight, and the material of your shirt seems too scratchy against your skin. Your stomach is on fire, and every brush against your flesh feels feverishly good. You calculate your words, waiting for Sevika to look at you with scrutiny, “Are we done shopping…I need to work on something.”
“Do you?” Sevika muses, trapping you in the corner of the bathroom.
It smells of disinfectant and bleach, though there’s a roll of paper in the corner of the bathroom. The sound of the door being shaken makes Sevika snarl. “Occupied. Fuck off.” You could get in trouble for this.
You have never been one to care for others’ opinions, but when it comes to Caitlyn, Jinx, and Sevika, your body seems to shrink into a self-aware state. Like you need to know if they’re pleased with you or not. “Don’t you think it’s odd?” Sevika kisses the top of your head, pushing it up, until she’s staring into your eyes.
Sevika doesn’t say anything; she only leans in, pressing a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, then on your cheek and forehead, humming with content.
“Odd is irrelevant, Princess. I’d give anything to still be with you, even if you carried Vander everywhere, cooked everything on high heat…or had an affinity for my leather boots.” You chew on your lip, though Sevika’s thumb quickly caresses them, pulling them from your teeth.
“Can I see you wear them?” Your question is soft, oh so soft that it comes out as a murmur, only for Sevika’s ears.
Sevika groans, catching your lips into a feverish kiss, suckling your lips until you’re sure they’ll swell in the morning. Each lap of Sevika’s tongue in your mouth has you whining and gasping, pushing your hip until they’re hitting Sevika’s.
“Want to…” You inhale, chasing after Sevika’s lips for another second, stealing the air from her lungs, because if anything, Sevika’s very being has begun to mold into yours. One is not complete without the other. “Need to have…have you in my mouth.”
You drop to your knees, a sliver of pain shooting through your body as you fall on the marble floor. You take a deep breath, hands coming up to wrap around Sevika’s calf, pulling her until you can smell the stench of disinfectant and oil from the ship oozing from her black slacks. “Mommy.”
“The floor,” exhales Sevika, fingers gliding to her belt until it’s open, and the sound of her zipper coming down has you panting for it. “It’s dirty, princess. Do you really…” The question dies in her throat as she watches you part her mouth.
Her breath hitches as your big, glossy eyes stare at her through your lashes. You pull down her boxers, and you nearly giggle seeing the packer attached to her. The faux cock blends into her skin, though you know it’s harnessed around her waist. You don’t wait, sanity already slipping little by little, and slides inside your warm mouth.
On your knees, your chest tightens, and everything feels so good and mushy. Your body is warm, nose connecting with Sevika’s pelvis; all he can smell is sweat, wood, and leather. “Go on, my little dove,” Sevika commands, gripping a bundle of You’s hair.
A rush of dopamine has your jaw slacking, throat expanding, until you’re trying to give the packer’s shaft, desperate licks. Your tiny, needy whimpers and moans have Sevika taking forceful, steady breaths, inhaling from her nose. Each lick and suck has the packer pressing your right into her clit, and slick pours of her cunt watching you turn into a mess.
You buck into the air, tears prickling in the corner of her eyes, trying to chase an ounce of relief from anything. You gag for a second, and Sevika pulls away. Thick globs of spit connect your swollen lips to Sevika’s glistening faux cock, and she inspects your face. “Had enough, Princess.”
You shake your head, head cloudy with need. Desperation laces around your veins, “Need…ne–need more, please. Mommy, plea–please.”
Her fingers grip the base, pushing it on your cheek, bucking against your flesh. It’s filthy. The way your tongue darts out to reach for her shaft, sucking on it while you try to pull Sevika back into your mouth. Sevika’s shoes dart to your knees, kicking them softly until you’re seated on her shoe.
Devoted is not enough to describe the way Sevika feels about you. Words fail to capture the agonizing way her spine curls, and her chest tightens at the mere sight of you in all forms.
In pain. In pleasure. Sad. Happy.
If you leave her, she will hunt you down and bury you together. Sevika slides back into your mouth, grinding into your mouth, while her clit grinds into the packer, heat curling in her spine. Your cunt bucks into her shoes, clit pressed right into the rough part of the jeans, making spit pool in your mouth.
And Sevika focuses on the feeling of pleasure, pushing your head back into the wall, and using your mouth to buck into the packer. Her tight moans ring in your ear, “Fuck. So pretty, made for choking on my cunt.”
Spit pool on the side of your mouth, dripping down, and each moan sent a tiny vibration across Sevika’s spine until her rapid thrusts abuse the back of your throat, forcing you to take sharp breaths through your nose. Your lungs feel on fire, and breathing becomes secondary, with each drag of Sevika’s movement in your mouth.
Sevika’s body shudders, and when she pushes all the way back into your throat, making your head violently connect with the wall of the bathroom, Sevika hits your uvula again, pushing the tip of her shoe up. “Cum now, and I’ll step on you.”
Your eyes roll back, taking one last inhale before you’re writhing on her boot, hips twitching wildly against the material. Sevika groans, body shaking as her orgasm ripples through her body. You savor the weight of the silicone in your mouth, chasing your orgasm. Eyes glazed, pupils blown with damp, clumped lashes and whiny moans falling from your lips.
A heavenly sight. Sevika lets you hump her down until you’re softly, softly shaking, pulling off, and panting, looking up at her. “Mommy, plea–mommy, mommy…feels good so–” You hiccup, a sharp sob falling from your plush, spit-covered lips.
“My pretty dove, you did so so fucking good for me,” Sevika coos, leaning down to taste your tongue. She coaxes deep, shallow breaths out of your lungs, raking her nails on your back, until you’re calm and your brain can process, Sevika pulling you up.
“Mommy,” You whine, hand coming down to the front of your jeans, “Wet.”
“I know, baby, I know,” Sevika responds, picking you up and wrapping your legs around her waist. “Going to take you home, now.”
“And the boots?”
“I already bought one. It’s in the car, baby. I’ll show you if you behave.” She says, humming against your air. “Understand?”
You nod, nuzzling your face in Sevika’s neck. The sun has slowed itself into the earth’s horizon, casting a soft yellow glow along the sky, with light purple clouds. There’s no longer a myriad of cars around the shop, and no one pays attention to Sevika carrying a rather tired adult in her arms.
She drives home, hands gripping the side of your thigh, while you ride out that soft and plaint headspace. The kind that allows Sevika to maneuver you on her knees, until you’re crying and begging her fuck you full, to pinch your nipples, and be so so mean.
Sevika scoops you up again in her arms while carrying a black bag in one hand. When you’re inside the apartment, she places you on the bed, shedding off her clothing and the packer, while sneaking glances at you. You look at her through lidded eyes, and she comes over, stripping your jeans and shirt until you’re left in your underwear.
It’s marked with a dark stain, and when Sevika slides them down, suppressing a smile as she glides her thumb up and down your soaked folds. You whimper, and she stops, placing a rough hand on your stomach, simply grounding. “How do you feel, dove?”
You nod, “Good. Really good, mommy.”
Sevika doesn’t move. “Want me to put the boots on?” You could stop. But she so desperately wants to give you what you need. What you want. She wants it to be good for you.
“Please,” You whine, “Step on…on me, Phi. Need…to feel it.” Your words come out jumbled, and yet somehow coherent enough that Sevika’s heart pauses.
Step on me.
Sevika maneuvers to the boots. The new. Clean and pristine. Once she feels comfortable, she leans into the closet, softly pressing against the cold of the wall, against her warm skin.
“Come ‘ere, pretty thing.” You crawl to her. Sliding down from the bed, pussy glistening with sweat, coating your inner thigh with each movement of your limb.
You sigh against the air, knees hitting the cold floor. Your skin is on fire, tingling with phantom pleasure. “On your back.” You softly fall back, a wet gasp falling from your lips.
You squirm with each passing second of silence until Sevika kicks your legs apart with her foot. Obediently, you spread her legs apart, cunt throbbing at the feel of the leather against your skin.
A whimper escapes your lips as Sevika’s foot raises, the tip of the shoe dragging against your pussy, just gliding through the folds. “Mommy,” you sob out, sniffling, trying to keep your twitching hands at bay.
“Behave, princess.” Sevika commands, gliding the boot to your stomach. She hovers it over you, allowing you to see the chains slamming into each other. Your throat bobs, and as the boot comes down, you moan.
Whiny and choked, like when Sevika stretched you out on her fingers. The cold metal of the chains makes you gasp, hip thrusting into the air. Your thighs and the crease of your ass are soaked, slick, dripping out of you obscenely. The springs in your stomach tighten, eyes becoming blurry as you writhes in place.
Sevika adds a subtle degree of pressure on your ribs, pulling a loud, filthy gasp from your throat, and for a second, he’s sure you can come untouched just by the feel of her boot. “Har-harder,” you stutter out, fingers itching to push the boots into your ribs and stomach until your body caves into itself.
The boots slide to your hard nipples, and the hard peaks slide across the smooth bottom, as fat tears slide from your glossy brown eyes, as the chains slide around your flesh. Your jaw goes slack, tiny whimpers sliding from your throat. The coils in your stomach feel as though they’ll snap at any second.
A shuttering wave of fire crawls around your stomach until you feel too warm to move. Sevika slides the boots down to your pussy, finally pressing down on your clit. “Mommy,” You gasp, hot tears rolling down your cheeks, “I’m goi…going to cu–”
The sharp pressure of the boot disappearing from your skin makes you shake. Another sob falls from your lips. Sevika deeply inhales, her body feeling as though she’s astral projecting around the room. Her head feels dizzy, watching you be reduced to nothing but a crying, whimpering mess, begging for her boot.
“You’ll cum on my fingers, my cunt, or not at all.” You meekly whine, allowing Sevika to steer you upright by your armpit and drag you to the bed.
You fall with a soft thump, and Sevika is on you, teeth tracing your neck, peppering kisses, and sucking on the flesh. She should take her time, but the need to make you cry harder has her delirious.
“It’s okay, my pretty girl,” She whispers into your ear, licking the shell of your flesh, “You’re going to open your mouth for mommy, and make me feel good, right?”
Your head bobs dumbly before you can even register her request. It’s only when she crawls to your face, coarse hair draped all over her pussy, hovering over your face, that you finally understand. Your mouth opens involuntarily, tongue out, wishing that even the smallest drop of her arousal falls into your tongue. “Please–”
“Shh,” Sevika says softly, “Be good and stay down.”
When Sevika finally sits on your face, your belly swoops. Your hips jolt into the air, and she’s angling her hips while your tongue darts to her sopping hole, licking from it to your clit. A moan falls, ringing in your ear, and you’re unsure of whose making noises, you or her.
It’s a mesh of spit and Sevika’s own arousal as she rides your face. And you revel in it, suckling on her big, puffy clit, nearly sobbing because your pussy aches, and her whispering pretty, and filthy things into the air isn’t helping you.
“Fuckkk, tongue out baby,” She snarls, pushing all her weight on your face, while you suffocate in the sweet scent of her musk and sweat. You lie there, twitching for her until she bucks into your tongue, a slap coming down on your clit, making your legs fall open. “Atta girl.”
When Sevika gets off you, you’re dizzily staring at the ceiling, muscles twitching while tears and slick cover your face. A wet wipe runs across your face, and she’s staring you through a smirk, “Use your words, baby.”
“Hurts…want to cum, please.”
“Need to prep you, sweetheart.”
“Need it..can take it,” you moan, as her tongue laps at your pretty nipples, “Mommy, ple-please. Fuck me, fuckme.”
If Sevika could satisfy each and every one of your fantasies, she’d make her job. Day and night, allowing you to use her for your own pleasure, until her clit twitched at the mere mention of your name.
You knit your eyebrows together, begging, Sevika, to fuck you. And she smiles, rushing out of bed, hands gliding over the closet until she’s pulling a fat purple dildo and strapping a harness around her waist. She watches you, shakily bringing up your knees to your chest, hands traveling to open your pussy for Sevika, muscles tightening against nothing.
Sevika spits on the hole, and she fetches a bottle of lube, dropping a glob on your cunt, using her finger to coat you in it, while you watch with her, bottom lip etched in between your teeth. Pure heaven, staring at her with dilated pupils, silently begging to be mounted.
Sevika sinks in inch by inch, slowly, while your belly contracts, tight gasps filling the air. You feel so full, and with every inch, it’s as though Sevika will split you open. You scrabble to hold onto Sevika’s wrist, while her fingers grip onto your waist, and her nails dig into your soft skin. “So…fucking tight.”
It takes a minute for the dildo to disappear into your body. Twinges of pain eat at your lower spine, until it fizzes out, little by little. Sevika takes a deep breath, eyes shut, trying to keep her clit from twitching at the sight of you so fucking pretty and needy.
You whine for her to move, and the older woman obliges, slowly rolling her hip, until she pulls halfway in, then snaps all in. You choke on air, pussy clenching down, while your back caves into the bed. Heat pools in your lower back, and you’re scrabbling to grip onto the bed sheets as Sevika pulls out and slams back in, setting a merciless rhythm, abusing that spongy spot.
Each thrust drags along your walls, thick thighs slapping against the cleft of your ass, smacking against your lubed cheeks until it sounds as though your pussy is talking to her. A quick tremor runs through your legs, pulling high-pitched sobs and whimpers.
“Mommy,” you wail, tears sliding down relentlessly. “I—Please. Mommy, ah—let…let me cum.” Each thrust makes your mind into mush, the next one rougher and faster, until you can only curl your toes and sob, salty, hot tears coating your cheeks and lips.
Sevika smiles, hair all over her face, while she fucks into you, groaning every time, she rushes down and a jolt of vibration flutters into her clit. “Barely started fucking you, and here you are… screaming to cum.”
She groans, pulling your waist from the bed. “What a needy slut.” Sevika slams into the spot, every time, reaching for your hardened peaks with one hand while keeping your waist from falling to the bed.
She flicks the bud, pinching and pulling it, trying to milk them. You give her a choked sob, scrabbling to breathe and pull away from Sevika’s cock. “Too mu—much.” You’re being fucked within an inch of your life, body trying to accommodate the pleasure from your chest and pussy.
Your brain feels too foggy to think or tell Sevika you’re going to cum. Your stomach draws tight, and you moan, feeling the swarming warmth of your impending peak curl around your body. Sevika lets your waist drop into the bed, cock still plunged inside, and she hitches you down the bed, getting on it and spreading herself, as she pushes your knees all the way to your chest, making your spine curl up.
She’s mounting you with such intoxicating strength. “My pretty girl. Too cunt-dumb to speak.” The new angle breaks you, and you come with a shriek, hot tears leaving your face wet and pretty. You sniffle into the air, taking deep breaths while Sevika leans down to lick the salty tears.
She groans against your cheek, leaning down to kiss you again, and you melt into it, pussy tightening around the dildo as she keeps fucking you. Her pace slows down, though each drag draws tiny tears from your system, making you writhe into Sevika’s mouth, too dumb to follow Sevika’s lead while she sucks and twirls her tongue.
Sevika chases her own release, thrusting her cock with ferocity, keeping you in a state of overstimulation, pussy wet and softly twitching. Sevika bites your tongue, weight pressing into her legs, as she comes, with a groan, using your body to ride out her own orgasm.
When Sevika pulls away, your face twists in pain and pleasure, tongue lolling in the side of your mouth, face wet, and pupils dilated. And she could easily take off the harness…could…instead she uses the fat top of the eat to knock into your clit, dragging it up the swollen nerve, until you’re arching, aching, hole twitching against nothing.
You sniffle and hiccup pussy swollen and nearly gaped, clenching at nothing, while Sevika watches. She’s so tempted to take a picture and save it along with the other ones, but instead, she uncaps the warm water bottle, forcing your head up.
Time flows by slowly, in small measures, while Sevika holds the water for you, until you finish and scoops you up, taking small steps while her thigh twitches. You hum, taking small breaths, as warm water hits your sweaty skin.
Sevika slides behind you, enveloping you in her body heat, pressing a kiss on the crown of her head. “Princess?” You haven’t dozed off, you’re just there, staring at the water rushing from the faucet, soft steam oozing from it.
You move your head along Sevika’s chest, head still fuzzy, and she massages your muscles until you come back to her. You feel your face heat turn warm as a soft sting presses onto your muscles, and the phantom sensation of the boots’ heels pressing on your stomach, curls against your spine.
“You back with me, baby?” Sevika whispers, rubbing circles along your shoulders, “Feeling okay? Was the…stepping okay?”
You slowly turn, placing your wet chin on Sevika’s chest. Your muscles feel heavy, softly aching with each small movement. “It was really good. How did you know?”
“You’re not the type to ask questions when we’re humping like dogs.” She responds, laughing, all condescending and prideful. “Knew something was up when you asked about them.”
“Did you like it?” Sevika nods, a blush spreading across her face, “Maybe next time, I’ll wear my racetrack suit.”
“The red and black one?” You ask, staring at her with lidded eyes, leaning down to place a kiss on Sevika’s chest, tongue darting to lick her pebbled nipples. “Knew you liked that one, you little minx.”
The promise of the leather track suit turned into simply that. A promise. With how busy Sevika was with the mechanic shop, and your own side quests, along with looking for a job, the promise dissolved into the wind. And soon enough, it was forgotten. Neither of you complained about it, though it wasn’t like you were counting on it.
Well…a small part of you was.
The promise of the leather track suit had begun to mold itself into a recurring fantasy harassing you, in the middle of sex, when Sevika was at work, and you got so lonely, you could only rub yourself against the older woman’s old boots. But those were only for lonely days, though the boot obsession did nudge itself into your sex life, and your masturbation habits.
Once you were given the green light to hump Sevika’s boots while Sevika wore them, like some dog in heat, it became an obsession to see Sevika wearing them. Somehow, the idea of boots became ‘Sevika wearing the boots’ rather than the shoes themselves.
So the idea of Sevika in a leather racing suit, wearing racing boots, makes you slip into that fuzzy, bubbly headspace. But again, the promise of the racing suit becomes a mere slip of the tongue, at least to you anyway.
“Are we supposed to wear specific colors to cheer for Sev and Vi?” Asks Jinx, fixing her hair in the long mirror in your living room.
Caitlyn shrugs, “I don’t know. I’m not changing again.”
Jinx touches her fae, and a depleted pout makes her lean into the couch, looking over at you. “Are you wearing blue?”
You shake your head, “Red.”
Jinx is wearing leather shorts that cling to her waist, black high-top Converse, paired with a dark blue graphic t-shirt, and an old vintage Suzuki race jacket. Ekko isn’t going to be on the track, but the theme is ultimately “racing”.
Caitlyn is wearing a dark blue vintage sleepless pleated blouse with the waist cinched and an open-back design, and dark-washed jeans. Her blue leather jacket sits on the counter, just for the moment.
On the other hand, you are wearing shorts that reach your calf with only a red, black, and white polo and one of Sevika’s custom-made race jackets. You can almost smell the scent of sandalwood and smoke as if your nose was nuzzled into Sevika’s neck.
Caitlyn is the one who grabs the amber liquor bottle from the kitchen, moving with it as he brings three shot glasses, setting them down on your table, “I will be drinking in spirit, considering I’m driving.”
You can practically smell the rum from the couch, but you take the small glass. You all form a circle, and a loud clink rings in the living room. “To drinking in secret from our partners, and to them winning tonight’s race.”
The liquor burns your throat, trickling down with sheer force until it’s in your stomach. You feel loose. Not drunk. Simply loose, flowing on the thought of seeing Sevika. You make it out the door just shy of an hour before the actual race begins.
It was Jinx’s idea to drive together and leave your partners to drive together or separate as well. Sometimes it felt rare to be together without your partners breathing down your necks. Caitlyn drives just outside of the city, into a secluded wood that turns into a desert track.
From afar, they could see a myriad of cars parked side by side and a trailer on the far right side. They’re stopped by security, or really a couple of heavy-set dudes with an imprint of a gun strapped to their side. She hands them a card, and the man stares at them for a good three minutes before nodding and letting the car drive through.
“Who are they racing?” You ask, leaning into Jinx’s space, as she looks through photos Ekko has sent her of different motorcycles in Sevika’s garage.
She shrugs, “I heard it’s some old rivals. Isn’t that right, Cait?”
Caitlyn seems even more lost, “She told me this morning, but…I wasn’t paying attention.”
In the back, you have finally caught a glimpse of Sevika on Caitlyn’s phone. Your tongue feels heavy, saliva pooling around the walls of your mouth. The girls are throwing jokes around Sevika while she shows them that racing suit.
The one that makes your spine shudder, and your pussy ache from just seeing how it hugs Sevika’s biceps and thighs. Jinx hums next to you, “Maybe I should get Ekko a race suit.”
When the car is finally parked, you feel perverted walking around with the bottom of your panties soaked, and the smell of smoke and cigarettes burns in your lungs. Caitlyn leads you across the parking field to the ‘campers,’ and soon enough, Vi’s face is glistening in the sea of bodies.
Next to her is Ekko, and someone else. He tears his eyes away from Jinx and points to a camber in the back, “Vika is there waiting for her race to start.”
You give her a short nod and tell the rest, “I’ll come back”, before speed walking to the dark camper. When you’re at the door, you feel nervous. Your stomach lurches, and it feels as though you have something to hide. Something inside your guts is secretly wishing that Sevika is there, naked or perhaps with her race suit on.
You open the door, and the immediate sound of music and Sevika’s loud voices slam in your face. Sevika’s camper is exactly like her. Cold, but oddly comforting. The interior swallows any outside light that might come in. Dim yellow light cast sharp pools of warmth on the metal counters, making the space feel less like a trailer and more like a private, rock star tour bus. It smells of leather and clean metal.
A faded, blood-red Persian rug runs down the center of the narrow floor, and on that rug, is standing Sevika wearing the black and red leather race suit. Leather boots strapped onto her calf, and gloved hands looking bigger than before.
You can’t move. You quietly stare at Sevika, shoving a cereal box in her face, big, gloved hands moving like a butterfly. Behind Sevika is a large bed and fluffed pillows, which make your throat quiver.
Sevika noticed your presence. Her ears immediately perked up when you opened the door, but she stayed still, watching from her peripheral vision as your throat bobbed. After a minute, she looks at you, “My pretty girl.”
You look up, a soft gasp almost in your throat. “Hi. Came to support…you.”
Sevika smiles, putting down the cereal box. She doesn’t move yet; she simply stares at you, a knowing grin plastered on her face because seeing her pretty baby look at her as if she’s a toy is damn near blinding.
You take a step and stop, air still stuck in your throat. You take another, and it’s idiotic to continue walking, because soon enough you’re on your knees, cunt pressed tight against the hem of your shorts, trying to cup her pussy from excitement so you don’t pee yourself. Sevika stills for a second, but she doesn’t panic, merely grabbing the back of your head.
The older woman holds you still while your pink tongue darts out, hand wrapping around Sevika’s legs. Your panting, pupils dilated enough that Sevika can practically see her reflection. Sevika knows her little girl is slipping.
Each second you’re kept from attaching her tongue to Sevika’s pussy, sends you into that soft, bubbly headspace. The headspace that sends tendrils down her spine anytime Sevika cooed at you, calling herself mommy, or slapped your ass until a red mark burned on the flesh. As you try so hard to lick Sevika’s leather crotch seams, meek whines curl in your throat.
Sevika’s mouth twitches, “What does my princess need?”
Your doe eyes are on the brink of tears. You’ve stopped your hips from humping into the air by sheer force, but the pressure of her pussy rubbing the seams, and the smell of leather and oil mere inches away from your nose, have you feeling pussy-drunk.
“Sevika,” he finally manages out, a small gasp following along, “Mommy.”
The tiny clock on the side strikes nine forty, and Sevika sighs. She can be merciful now. She must be merciful now. “You get five minutes.”
You press your head into her crotch, jaw clenching as your face clashes with her mound. You suck in a deep breath, back arching as your body takes in the smell of leather, sweat, and oil. A wet hiccup leaves your lips as you lick a small stripe along the leather.
Sevika grabs the back of your head, pushing a loud mewl off your lips. Sevika clicks her teeth, “How greedy. Close that mouth for me, dove.”
You’re slow to do it, but you tongue tuck back into your mouth, and a whimper ripples around it. Like a lovesick wolf, Sevika huddles you up and places you on the small leather couch.
“That’s my good girl.” She says, checking her tone as she holds you in her arms, patting her back, trying to bring her baby back from subspace. The clock strikes ten fifteen, and your body delivers a shudder, but you can feel the material of your jeans now, and your eyes are no longer trained on the metallic curve of the ceiling overhead.
Warmth rolls through your cheeks, “Sorry…” You mumble, “I didn’t….mean-”
“Don’t apologize…I would’ve been fucking you if you hadn’t dropped to your knees.” Replies Sevika, along the shell of her ear. “We still have about ten more minutes, but I don’t want to leave you alone.”
You nod, and you find the rest of the group after sitting there listening to each other’s breathing. They’re huddled towards the back, with a plentiful vision of some of the race track. You are nudged between Jinx and Caitlyn. Sevika attached you to their side, and she turns to Vi, speaking in low tones while you hold onto her hand.
When Vi and Sevika finally move to start their motorcycles, a loud jeer of screams and cheers rings in their ears. Everyone had huddled along the race track, music pumping louder and before as if it’s in your heart. A woman in a tight, tiny leopard bra and tiny shorts, leaving a good view of her lace thongs, walks to the middle of Sevika’s motorcycle and her opponent, raising a white flag.
She waives her hips, and the sound of their engine roars against the ground’s own jeers. “Ready….” She begins.
“Steady…”
And then a roar, “GO.”
It’s pure adrenaline, hearing the scrape of their thick wheels against the dirt, and the push of the crowd. It almost feels as if time slows for a second, and one can hear every single breath they take. For that second, bliss curls against your spine, and you breathe out, letting the sound of the loud cheering and the smell of the dirt against earth wash over you.
The two motorcycles race off along the track, rushing through the white lights illuminating their sides. You can hear the swish of the motor and the thrash of pebbles and earth hitting the wheel. You blink, and the vision of Sevika’s motorcycle drawing close makes you stand up and lightly jump.
Another blink, and it’s victory. Bodies against bodies wash over them, and they pour on the tracks to Sevika. When you look again, it’s the two-second stare of Sevika’s face about to kiss you.
Two seconds, and you’re attached while Sevika explores your mouth, and sucks the outline of your gums, tasting the pineapple-flavored mint and the rum. You whine high-pitched and needy…oh so needy.
Sevika holds you, twirling you into the air for a second, before setting you on the ground with another indecent kiss. The same things through with Vi. The scent of soil and smoke, against the wave of bodies. A blink and drawing closer. A blink, and victory. Except for that time, they hurl at Vi, and while the ground pours along the ground, Sevika has licked the shell of your ears.
Her tongue swipes the peak of your ears, scraping her sharp canines along the flesh, “My pretty girl, you have no manners.” She sneers, lowly, gloved hand slapping into the crotch of your shorts.
A whiny moan squeals out of your lips, as your back arches and your pathetic pink tongue darts out. “Mommy.” It comes out pathetically breathy.
“Barely touched your cunt, and you’re already screaming,” Sevika taunts, fake disappointment laced in every word, “You’re drawing attention, Dove. Let’s take care of that.”
Sevika holds you in her arms, dragging you into the camper until you’re inside, and assumes their position. Sevika commands you, through a fist full of hair, one gloved finger swiping along your cheek.
Sevika grins, holding you mere inches away from her racing suit. Sweat has begun building in the back of her spine along the material, making her feel cool. “I won today’s race, so I think my pup should give mommy a reward, no?”
You whine, feverish and needy as your hips buck into the air. The name makes you gasp, because it had slipped out of Sevika’s mouth once, and since then, when her sultry voice says it, you become puddy in her hand.
You need to be good. You need to please mommy with your mouth and be good. The name makes heat curl along your skin, touching the back of your neck. You desperately need to be good. So fucking good.
And Sevika gleams. She knows exactly the names to use on you when she wants you reduced to nothing but a complaisant, doe-eyed, eager to please, with her pussy wet and shining. Sevika’s heavy boot saddle on your stomach, and you keens. Pleasure instills into your spine, as a solid pressure stabs into your clit. Oh, it’s covering you and so so much more.
“Stay, girl.” She says, and you stay still, waiting for a command while she moves away around. Sevika turns, and you can hear the zipper of the suit, ring, and it makes you so fucking dizzy. A soft click rings in the air, and she’s walking back to you, packer on her hip, bobs displayed on the open.
“Show me how you’re going to suck me off.”
Your jaw slackens, keening as soft leather, and gloved fingers run through your tongue. The material makes your brain into mush, as it slides so gently and easily around your tongue and down your throat. The smell of dirt, gasoline, and leather scrapes your lungs while you rock, eyes glazed and lidded, into the rough boot.
The pressure changes, and she’s sliding it down, hitting your knee again until you’re perched on the material.
Sevika fucks into your mouth, thick fingers breaking into your throat, and your eyes are rolling back, as a glob of spit materializes around your throat. When the fingers begin to slide away from her throat, you breathe in, hips twitching down.
“Sev…,” you choke out, tiny hot tears splitting down your doe-eyes, “Fu-fuck me. Fuckme. Use me. Use me.” You slur.
She leans closer to you, the sight of hair on her belly making you feel floaty, and so fucking good. Your pussy is thumping against your heart with each passing second. She holds your head, inches away from her cock, taunting you with the thick smell of musk and sweat, underlined by the leather. “You like my boots, little dove?” Sevika prompts, shuffling to slide the boots away from under you.
You’ve been too focused on the suit today and barely paid any attention to the armored monoliths of matte black leather and molded polymer around Sevika’s foot. You whimpers and nod, tongue sliding out from her mouth.
“Undress. Don’t touch. Just undress,” She commands.
Your brain swims as you slide off the leather jacket, and then the polo shirt, cold air making hardened buds twitch. You breathe through your nose, fingertips trembling as the jeans come off, leaving you in dark, lacy panties and black socks.
There’s a wet patch on your underwear, and you slide it off; clit twitching from the air. You’re naked save for the socks, and a shudder racks through your body as Sevika stares at you while she spits on her packer. ‘How cute.”
Your body heats up, and you stare, swollen lips caught in your lips, “Can I…?”
Sevika tilts her head, and the thick sole of the boots makes its slow, purposeful contact. It begins to press against the sensitive flesh of your wet folds, spurring a subtle yet sharp pleasure. A small hiccup leaves your hips.
You back arches, and your fingers drop to the three aggressive, industrial-style buckles that bite down, locking the shins in a deliberate, delicious restraint. It’s the first time you’re finally touching the material, fingertips caressing the leather and the rough material. Sevika slides down back under you, pressing the toe of the boot up.
A mewl slides from your throat, as pleasure shoots down your spine. You grind down on the leather material, pussy gliding and clit twitching with every small shift of Sevika’s foot. The older woman watches, smiling down at you.
Her filthy toy–using the boot to get off, fingers pressed, and taking.
When you open your mouth wide enough to catch a glimpse of spit pooling on your pink tongue, Sevika pushes. You leap onto it, tongue attaching to the head with a greedy suck. You bob your head up and down, throat expanding with each bob, working through Sevika’s cock as if it’s your first time.
Sevika groans, snapping her hip into you, until the tip of her cock brushes against your throat. Your body writhes in place, knees locking into the sides of the boot, the drag of your clit against the material, eating your nerves.
Sevika uses You. Fucks into her throat as spit floats down the shaft, coating her fake balls. “That’s it.” Sevika moans, rolling her hip, nestling your nose into her thick pubic hair. “Mouth wetter than a cunt, just for Mommy, isn’t that right?”
The boot presses into you, harder, and your back arches, eyes rolling into the back of her skull, body writhing and twitching as you cum on the sole of Sevika’s soiled boots.
Sevika pulls away, and you sink into the floor. Your spine is tense, and you feel fucked out. As if you’ve been brought to the edge of pressure over and over again. Slick coats the top of Sevika’s boot, and your body gives out consecutive twitches, hips flexing into the air. A mocking tone settles on her mouth. “Tsk. You got my boots dirty…how am I supposed to race tomorrow?” And she sighs, “We can’t have that, can we now? So go on, Dove. Clean mommy’s boot.”
You crawl to her on the floor, ass pointed to the air, while your tongue rakes across the small, tiny puddles on her boot. The scent of your own cum, dirt, and leather, yanks a whimper from your lips. You lick and lick, feeling the soft texture on your tongue. “That’s my good pup.”
And she yanks you back up by the air, gloved fingers rough against the clumps. Damp trails of tears coat your pretty cheeks. You really can’t help it. “Did…I do well?” Your words sound broken and raw.
Against the soft hum of the tiny AC inside the camper, Sevika nods, “So good,” and she drags you, knees scraping against the padded floor, across the Persian rugs, until your back is on the bed. “Don’t worry, little dove. ”
The click of her packer on the bed rings in the camper, and Sevika is quick to hook another toy on the ring, and your eyes flutter seeing the hyper-realistic dildo attached to her. You can see what seems to be veins on the shaft, and the head is slightly red. It’s bigger. Bigger than what she’s given you.
“I–” You whimper, “Mommy, it won’t…it won’t fit.
“Mommy will make it fit.” She coos softly, walking between your parted thighs, “Don’t you trust me? I only do what’s best for you.”
You hiccup softly, as Sevika’s fingers caress your slick folds, moving the coarse hair out of her way, and pressing into the swollen bud. Your foot kicks, toes curling, and she rubs slow, filthy circles around, making you writhe. Everything feels too much and not enough.
She stops for a second, crawling to you and lying on your side, and you give her a second before she’s pulling your face down into her chest. You suckle on her pebbled buds, tongue caressing and sucking. Each moan or tiny noise she makes has you sweating. When she pulls you away, one of her nipples is dark and nearly swollen.
“Keep going.”
You attach your mouth again, changing the position so she’s on her back, and your face is stuffed into her chest, mouth lapping and sucking while your finger pulls on the other nipple. You nibble and moan, each sound muffled by Sevika’s breath, and she caresses your hair until you pull off. A line of spit connects your mouth to her tit. “Mommy, please.”
She knows what you want, and she’s never been one to deny you. Sevika shifts you, now pressing to your body, as one finger dips inside you. You softly gasp, and then she’s down pressing her face into your pussy. Your hole clenches, while Sevika runs a flat tongue against it, scraping the thick, coarse hair.
You swallow thickly, gasping and nearly crying, as she’s fucking her tongue into your hole, inhaling the scent of sweat and soap. Sevika groans around your flesh, hole tightening against her tongue, but he fucuukkkkssss into her pretty filthy thing, slowly splitting you apart. She leans back, two leather-gloved fingers sliding into your puffy pussy.
“How does it feel, baby?” Sevika purs at you, looking down at her hand, “Need to make sure that my glove smells like your pretty pussy, tomorrow.”
Her wet, gloved hand slides out with a squeak, and Sevika grins, face morphing into that condescending look, as your pussy swallows her gloves. “More…need you inside.”
Deep breath, and a sharp exhale, when Sevika moves to mount you, pressing you in half, knees barely meeting your shoulder. Your hole flutters perfectly, while Sevika pauses to admire before, rubbing her faux dildo against your folds.
Spit and slick mix, lathering her thick, red-tipped mushroom head. She barely presses in, ever so gently, before your pussy is catching onto the head as if it’s trying to suck her into you. You keens, back arched.
You feel so fucking full, and Sevika begins to push, all the way in, grazing the perfect spot, before twisting out and slipping back in so so slow. You feel owned. You’re naked, sobbing and moaning at the feel of Sevika’s cock while Sevika is clothed, wearing every inch of herself, treating you like a second-hand toy, and it sends electric sparks across her neurons.
“Fuck,” Sevika groans out, thrusting back and setting a fast, hasty pace. The camper sounds utterly filthy, damn near pornographic with the wet sound of Sevika’s long, fake cock piercing your pussy. Schlick. Schlick. “My pretty dove.”
Schlick.
Sevika fucks into you, starving to get you full. The sound of flesh and flesh pounding is obscene, and your head is so empty, attempting to open your own pussy, “Ins-inside…plea-pleaseplease, inside.”
She groans, “Perfect, so fucking perfect. You should see how pretty your pussy looks stretched out on my strap.” and she continues opening you up, oh so filthily, chasing her own pleasure, chest heaving with pride as drool slides out of your mouth.
Sevika leans down, sucking your tongue, and you drink in her spit like some sacrilegious holy wine. Sevika tears through the walls of your pussy, skin slapping leather in a filthy wet mess.
Pleasure glides across your neurons, and she burrows her cock into your hole, carving an outline of it onto your walls and her stomach. Sevika’s hand grazes above the stomach, and she presses, clit twitching, seeing your back lift from the bed.
Schlick.
Schlick.
You clench, and walls tighten around Sevika’s cock. “‘oing to cum. Plea-please. Mommy…can I…I…” Your brain fuzzes out, thoughts turning to focus on the consecutive slaps of lightning pleasure across your spine, shutting down in your brain.
Fucking Sevika must’ve hypnostized you into a mindfucked slut, who stutters at the sound of Sevika’s fat strap cock fucking into your tight heat. Sweat beads trickle down her neck to her back like tiny spiders, as your stomach tightens, tight pussy contracting, Sevika’s cock.
You feel used, gleaming with slick and spit.
As Sevika fucks you with vigour, your clit twitches, warmth rolling in. White-hot pleasure sizzles across your back as you cum. Glazed eyes, and pink dusted cheeks with a deflected swollen cunt. Sevika should take a picture and have it as her wallpaper. “MOMMY.”
“Don’t worry, Dove mommy’s going to fill you up, mhmkay?” He sighs against You’s tear-soaked cheeks, inhaling her soft scent of flowers and sweat, “I’m gonna make your pussy feel really good for nine months, baby.”
You nod, pleasure-hazed, overstimulation slowly setting in with sharp measures of pain across your spine. White-hot pain that fizzled into pleasure, then pain again. Sevika chases that final high that aches in pussy. And her stomach clenches, nestling her fake cock into your walls. Sevika milks her orgasm through your pathetic, needy whines, crying to stop while pushing her ass out, chasing pleasure again.
When you’re both down, you’re flipped to lean on Sevika’s chest, pussy aching, and skin sweaty and hot. Despite lying in wool material, by some force, a coldness fused with your heat settled between you both. Your eyes are glazed and lidded, pupils dilated, staring into the spaces.
A thin white dim light peeks through the heavy blinds, cutting into the room. A ray of the moon, while Sevika and her pretty girl basque in their glory. Your limbs are tangled with hers through the night, right through the swarm of warm bodies collecting their cars to leave. “You okay, Princess?”
You nod weakly, latching your mouth on her nipple and arm wrapped around her waist. In the middle of the night, the camper is hit with a sound complaint from a few people, but Sevika says something along the lines of “I’ll take care of it.” And that she does.
By the morning, uncomfortableness settles in. Your body aches, and cold sweat sticks to your flesh. You both run back to the apartment, showering together in a bone-warming temperature. Then, nuzzling into each other’s heat, sleeping in the entire day, it feels too much.
Sevika is the first to wake up in the middle of the day, when the dark blue and the sun are halfway down the earth, sending tiny orange rays through the window. “Mommy wasn’t too mean…was I?”
You duck her head into her chest, “I like it when you’re mean…and we have a word. I didn’t use it.”
“Did you like the racing suit?”
You nod, hands tracing down Sevika’s firm stomach, until they’re touching the little ridges on her boxers, “Can mommy wear it again?”
a/n: yes, i do have a mommy thing...no i will not repent for it. Thank you for reading :)
Sevika fic where you develop an obsession with seeing her in boots, and perverly grind into the ones she has, then giving her packer a blowjob while in a dirty bathroom as she's buying more boots so she can step on you later....
Synopsis: Your pervert boyfriend, Nanami, takes you to the club under the excuse of relieving stress, but really, he wants something else.
mdni | content: dirty talk, vibrators, consensual drugging, nipple play, impact play, vaginal sex, squirting
a/n: This is very short for my usual work, but it was my first attempt at a half-assed plot lol. It's mainly smut. Need this to happen to me...
To many outsiders, your boyfriend, Kento, is the picture of respectful and hardworking. You don’t disagree with hardworking, but ‘respectful’...that is a word that can only half-describe Nanami. He’s a secret pervert who enjoys seeing you in the throes of pleasure and gets off on your masochism.
Club 09 is loud. There are a myriad of bodies sprayed on the floor, dancing and grinding on each other as the music flows into each other. You’ve only had three drinks, but from the corner of your eyes, you can see Nanami order one more for you.
He hasn’t drunk anything. Since you’ve both arrived, walked to the corner of the club, and sat down, Nanami has slyly given you every drink his friends have rushed to him. The bottle girl comes to the table and presses the cup down.
Nanami smiles, and while you dance in your spot, you can see from your peripheral vision as he drops in a single pill and swirls the cup. It makes the drink fizz for a second before disappearing. He squeezes your thigh and passes the drink, “Here, my princess, drink all of it.”
Your cheeks redden, fingers wrapping around the cold cup, and slowly downing the drink, hearing a small fizz from the cup. “Let’s dance a little.”
“I’ll watch.”
You pout, but shrug and walk away from the table, moving your shoulders and hips at the rhythm of the music. It’s loud enough that you can almost feel the bass thumping in your ear, making your heart beat in unison. Everything smells of sweat and smoke, as people roll on each of your sides.
From afar, you can see Nanami watching you, eyes trained on the way you swing your hips, and get low on the ground before picking yourself back up. You like the club. You like how loud the music is, and how there’s enough going on that there’s no space for you to stop and assess whether you’re dancing too drunkenly or if you’re off beat.
You dance through two songs until your limbs begin to feel heavy, and everything begins to move slowly and fast. Heat ripples through your body, and the strobe lights blend into each other.
You can’t decipher anything the lyrics say, and a strong warmth makes your lower belly ache. Heat rushed through your pussy, and your clit twitches, as goosebumps spread over your skin, while you sway back and forth, and you barely notice Nanami’s hand around your waist.
He moves you around, though each step of yours is dragged, and your strength depletes as the seconds go by. You hold onto the side of Nanami’s shirt, trying to ball your hand into a fist, and sensing an odd numbness set into your body. “Nanami.” You slur out, into his skin.
Next to you, he wears a proud smile, holding you upright. “I know, baby, I know,” he says, faux sympathy dripping from his voice. “I’ll take care of you.”
Flashes of blonde hair and blue eyes cross around your vision until you’re placed inside the familiar black car that smells of black ice and leather. Ecstasy drips into your veins, and your hips buck into the seat, making your dress hitch at your thighs.
Each movement sends a sliver of pleasure across your flesh, until your fingers itch to take everything off. Underneath your dress, you can almost feel the two bandages across your nipples. “Nanami. I-I feel…hot,” you whine, trying to clumsily unclasp your shoes.
Nanami’s big hands come across your back, until they slide to the back of your head, pushing you back until your back hits the seat, “Stay still, baby, can’t have you throwing up.”
You whimper, loud and needy, clawing at his hand, “Sir, I want to…tak-take it off.” It’s as if each word is being pulled forcibly out of you. Their jumbled, slurred blending in until a bunch of nothing seems to be falling from your lips.
“When we get home.”
Those words echo in your head, while flashes of light pass through your visions. You are nothing and everything at once. You barely feel when Nanami pulls you from the car, carrying you into your shared apartment. Only a whisk of air, and then coldness with the scent of blue spruce and cedar.
More cold air, and when you flutter your eyes open, Nanami has cuffed your hands to the bed and taped the two small pink vibrators around your nipples. They’re swollen, and each time you twitch, pain flashes through you.
“Sir…what ar-are you…do-doing?”
He smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “Shh, it’s okay. A whole sentence is a lot,” he whispers, lathering kisses along your collarbone, fingers playing with the flesh of your stomach. “Don’t you want me to make you feel better?”
It takes a second for your body to catch up, but you feverishly nod, body softly twitching from the cold. From your blurry vision, a smile creeps to Nanami’s face, and the sudden rush of vibrations on your swollen nipples has you gasping. A ripple of pleasure and pain rips through your body, making your back cave into the mattress.
As your body trashes, and your loud moans can be heard from outside the door, each buzz makes your cunt clench and coat your thighs with slick. Tears begin to blur your vision while the clink of the metal cuffs against the bedpost rings in unison with the vibration. Each second is filled with your meek whimpers and whines, trying to keep your system from sobbing until everything stops.
“How do you feel, princess?” Nanami coes, fingers traveling to your cunt until two fingers press into your swollen clit. He clicks his teeth, “Too dumb to answer?”
“Sir…hu-hurts,” You whine out, digging your feet into the mattress. Each of your words makes Nanami preen, and he stops touching you, moving to the corner of the room. He sits down, spreading his legs, with a condescending smile.
“If you can come from just your nipples, then maybe I’ll touch you.” He sneers playfully, unclasping his belt. From the bed, you can see him take his cock out, softly hissing before spitting on the head.
You shake your head, taking a large gasp of air, “Sir, please…haven’t I-I’ve good.” You sob, feeling the vibrations begin again, softly before fully picking up speed against your swollen buds. Your aches, with each rumble of the vibration, and a wet hiccup rolls from your lips.
Through blurry visions, Nanami wraps his hand around his cock, spitting on it before he spreads it down the shaft, bucking into his hip. A low groan mingles with your moans, precum spilling from Nanami’s slit.
You’re loud, mewling and sobbing into the air, the metal of the cuffs ringing into the air. Warmth crashes through your lower spine, and you’re so close, yet so far, pussy pulsating and dripping with slick. The bullets stop, and you take a deep breath, “Sir–”
Nanami moves, softly growling before he’s straddling your upper body. His cock is pushed to your lips, but you keep them pressed, shaking your head. “Open.” You shake your head, making Nanami’s precum spread across your tight lips.
You keep your lips pressed until the vibrations roll through again, forcing your mouth open. But he never sinks in, simply sliding his cock inside your mouth, letting the weight settle in your bones. He pulls himself out, dragging his cock across your face, and your tongue darts to his balls, ripping a moan from his throat.
“Fuck,” He moans, “you get slutter when you’re drunk…thinking only with your pussy.”
You whimper, and you’re lost in the pleasure, licking and suckling him until spit dribbles down the side of your chin. Nnami slaps the tip on your tongue, finally sinking into your mouth, using your hallowed cheeks to scrape against his red slit.
He uses you while the vibration of the pink bullet makes you buck, and you suck harder, pushing your face down. Nanami bucks into your face, drowning you in his cock until your nose is pressed into his blonde naval hairs. Your throat flexes against Nanami’s cock.
And as he pulls away, you chase after him, panting and pressing a sloppy kiss on the head. Your head falls back, when the feeling of heat gets too much, and your pussy aches, clamping over nothing. “m close…close, sir–”
“Want Sir to make you feel good?”
You nod, eyes glossy and lidded, fat tears rolling down your cheek, “Please. Please. Need it.” You whine, while Nanami keeps away from you, finally turning off the vibration.
“Say thank you.”
“Thank you, thank you…Thank you.” You pant out, and Nanami laughs, pushing off and travelling down your lower body. He slides his hand under your thigh, watching your pussy glisten, and he spits on you while he glides his cock across your aching cunt.
A filthy noise fills the room, and he bumps the head of his cock into your clit, kissing it, and sending ripples of bliss through you. He pushes in slowly, only the head before smirking at you, and thrusting inside with one swoop. “Fuc–”
A squeal falls from your lips, and your bucking back into Nanami’s cunt while a rhythmic wet schlick sound rings. He fucks into you at a hurried pace, groaning and moaning while you mewl and whimper, each roll pushing you further down. Your foot kicks, and you're scrambling for purchase on the bed, nails digging into the sheets.
Nanami laughs above you, “Your cunt keeps sucking me…” And his hand slaps down, hitting your swollen bud. Another hit rings, but down the outside of your thigh, making you clamp down on his cock. Each drag against your wall makes you hypersensitive.
He bucks again, twitching inside, and your swoops, goosebumps rushing over your skin. Your muscles constrict, and you're lifting off the bed, pussy gushing when the vibrators turn on, pushing a sob from your throat. Nanami watches as you squirt on his cock, liquid rushing down while you jolt and sob.
The mere realisation of it makes his balls twitch, and he’s cumming inside you, nails digging into your waist. “Fuck…fuck…”
“Sir–” You gasp out, feeling the weight of his body fall onto yours. Nanami’s lips swallow your meek, needy moans, pushing inside your mouth, tongue licking you open. You can taste something akin to lemon on his tongue, and he tastes every ounce of amber in yours.
A small shudder rips through your skin as he continues to fuck into you, forcing you to ride out your orgasm. And you feel his come mix with yours, slowly making a white ring around the base of his cock. The sound is obscene even as you both finish.
A soft click rushes to your ear, and you pull down your hands, moving them to Nanami’s face, until he kisses the inside of your wrist. He presses down, and you feel the sweat on his face. “Thank you, Sir.”
I've realised that there's a lot of g!p fics with Sevika or any other fem character, but the femreaders always have a pussy, and never a dick....how do y'all feel about g!p Sevika x g!p reader, in which the reader's genetalia is still referred to as "cunt" and "pussy".
(Sorry if my words are vulgar lol...but I'm a firm believer that my tgirls still need love)
Synopsis: You develop a mild obsession with your dad's best friend, Sevika, who makes it impossible to forget about her until she's invited to your annual camping trip, and makes how she feels known.
mdni | content: noncon dry humping, noncon kissing, perv/creepy reader (very), oral sex, strap blow job, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, rough vaginal sex, pet names, praise kink, daddy kink, mild subspace, age difference (about 20 years...), dom/sub undertone, dacryphilia, strapping (shimmer strap), tribbing, obsessive/possessive behavior, somnophilia, morning sex...
Pairing: dads best friend! Sevika x reader
a/n: fic based on this lovely request. 11.3k words...I apologize for how long this is. its set in regular arcane timeline but ignoring everything that was currently happening, and the camping scene in towards the end since I didn't know how to structure it. Apologies for that :(
The first time you meet Sevika, you consider it a...change in fate. You were fifteen, lounging in bed, when a rough, soft voice echoed in the kitchen. Your father had never brought over company; something in you believed that after your mother left, he simply found it difficult to bring people around. When you stalked down the wooden stairs, you sat on top, fingers tracing over the cracks on the floor.
You only saw Sevika from behind. Her hair was somewhat longer than it is now, and she had fewer muscles but still looked strong. She walked as if life itself was already too heavy for her, and as your father offered a seat at the dining table and rambled, her eyes moved to the stairs. You were covered by the darkness of the hallway, and to this day, you’re not sure if she saw you.
But you did look into her eyes, nearly losing yourself in the stark, cold grayness of their eyes. Your eyes raked over every crevice of her body, staring at her nose, the marks on her brown skin, and her arm. Her mechanical arm. You admired the shine on the metal and how it glowed softly, before letting out a soft huff of steam.
Sevika was the reason for your interest in all things mechanical. Throughout the seconds, minutes, hours, days, and weeks you spent thumbing over metal parts, you wondered about her. How her arm felt, how she maneuvered herself, and if she felt the phantom sensation of her arm despite it being gone.
You enjoyed thinking about her. Maybe a bit too much.
Around your eighteenth birthday, a month after you started an apprenticeship, in some underground mechanic shop, your father started talking about Sevika. He’d mention her in tidbits because, despite having always wanted to leave Zaun, it was more like a dream for people, an achievable goal. His best friend for three years, he said.
The reason he had a job after, the last one threw him out. You never really asked about his work, but when he mentioned her name, you finally asked. A rather guilty expression turned in his face, and he gave you a sad smile, “Just this and that.” He replied, and then he’d talk about her. When he showed you a picture of her, you stared at the picture for the longest time.
She looked different. Older, more handsome, and beautiful, like the years have done her better than before. You focused on the smile lines of Sevika’s face, and how it seemed to be turned into a scowl, and your favorite, her grey eyes. You can now describe the feeling of seeing Sevika as the daze your body has when you’re drunk, and trying to sleep—like your body is out of control and everything you feel seems to be slipping through your fingers.
“Do you ever show her pictures of me?” You asked, and he paused for a second, thinking and thinking.
He nodded, “Yeah, I showed her the picture Cleo took when you started working,” and he perked up, taking out a photo of you holding a torch, standing next to a small robot, on a table with an awkward smile painted on your face.
Sevika comes over the next day, per your father's request. As you’re plating everything, making sure every piece of food looks edible and presentable, the click of the front door rings, and a set of heavy boots softly thud, before they come to a halt behind you. You figure it was your father, but when you turn, grey eyes stare back at you.
Your body froze, fingers twitching, and you never moved from your spot, the heat of the plates softly burning your skin. You found it even harder to breathe as she looked at you, and a feeling of unease washed over your body. How can someone whom you’ve barely even met make you feel so...dizzy?
So not in control of anything, not even your breathing, and the mechanical functions of your body. From the other end of the house, your father closes a door, and he’s nearly dashing to Sevika, “You made it.” He gleamed, and she looked at him, as a smirk slowly curled in her lips, showing you a tiny gap between her teeth.
For a second, you wondered how her mouth tasted. How she’d kiss...was she rough? Soft? Do her hands wander as she holds you? Your throat bobbed, saliva pooling in your throat. “Dad, food is done.” You say, voice coming out a little cracked.
Your father’s smile widened, and he rushed to your side, hugging you, “My daughter, the one I always talk about.”
Sevika hummed, “Looks like you.”
“You think so?” Your father responds, though a faint redness can be seen on his face, “The light of my life.”
“Dad.”And he stopped, as he steered Sevika to the dining table, then helped you set it. You watched Sevika, from your peripheral view, while your father spilled his guts as he poured amber liquid into his and Sevika’s cup. He loosened, and somehow Sevika did too.
They spoke about random crap, you did not care much for, often only listening to the small references of the bar in the Lane district. When the metal bottle was finally empty, your father’s eyes were red and lidded, barely opened. He wobbled and wobbled until you had to help him into his room. His soft snoring rang in every direction.
Sevika barely moved, and from the end of the stairs, you stared at her back, waiting. She rose slowly, making the wooden chair scrape against the floor, and you walked behind her, fingers ghosting over her body until she took a step back, falling into your hands. Her head snapped to you, and she gave you a smirk, “Trying to...catch me, kid.”
And you nodded, moving her to the worn-out couch, nearly falling on top of her when she let go of her weight, pulling down with her. You pulled your arm from behind her, letting her arm rest around your neck, nearly pulling you into her body. Her head rolled from side to side, and she stayed still for a moment, breathing, turning soft and even.
You lingered next to her, nose pushing into her clothing, smelling smoke and liquor. Your hand brushed around her metal arm, extending until you poked and prodded around, nearly feeling the drumming of the machine underneath your skin. And you touched everywhere, finally looking at her face.
You knew there was something wrong with you. You couldn’t bring yourself to feel guilty about it that day. Your lips brushed against her temple, clothing rustling, while Sevika softly breathed. And your lips trailed down her cheek, until they touched her lips. A soft sigh fell from your throat, and you pressed again, and again.
Heat curled around your body, spine turning taunt with bliss. A small grunt echoed out of her body, and you pressed your body against hers, nearly letting your weight fall, trying to feel every inch of her skin on your own. You stayed there for minutes, until it turned into an hour, hearing the soft thud of her heart.
Your father kept bringing Sevika over, but you tried to avoid her. You pushed yourself into work, spending most of your time at the shop. Sometimes you wouldn’t even go home, only spending an hour or two in the afternoon to cook something for your father, then rushing outside. You jumped from shop to street, lounging around, avoiding the memory and the flashes of guilt.
There were times you’d walk home, and they’d be there, but you’d rush past them, taking a shower and pushing your body to sleep. And that kept going, while your curiosity about her never dulled. Around your twentieth birthday, two days afterwards, Sevika comes to Cleo’s shop.
You were mostly focused on an order for a magnet glove when Cleo passed by with a mechanical arm in her hand. It was a silver one, the one she had been working on in her spare time for those who came looking for such a thing. She smiles at it, pale cheeks turning slightly pink.
You only really got up when a strong, deep voice called out her name. They spoke for a few seconds, and you inched closer just near the wall opening, catching a glimpse of a large back and short hair pulled into a ponytail—exactly like Sevika’s, that was your first thought.
Cleo turned, pointing to the mechanical arm and the woman’s arm. “C’mon, Sevika, I worked really hard...at least try it.”
You stood on the other end of the wall, listening to the slow murmur of their conversation and the occasional hums and words falling from Sevika’s lips. You found her demeanor to be still as rough as before and yet...you couldn’t stop thinking about her. In an odd way, you found the soft roughness of her voice soothing, like a lullaby or the rumbling of the city, that lulls you to sleep.
“Does she come here often?” You asked Cleo two hours after Sevika left.
Cleo looked at you for a second, brown eyes narrowing, and she tilted her head, “Sevika?” You nod, and she moves from the table, giving you a small shrug. “Sometimes. Why?”
“I think my dad works with her…” You murmur, tightening the screw of a lamp. The light flickers on it, and it blinks white for a second before turning yellow, “What does she do?”
Cleo pauses, “She’s Silco’s right-hand.”
“The…” The words die in your throat before you can say crime lord, or anything that represented the many rumors you’ve heard. The Eye of Zaun. The Industrialist. You heard stuff about him and about Sevika, too, though you always left or rushed out before they could ever keep uttering nonsense. But maybe they were telling the truth.
“Yes.”
Much of what you learn about Sevika was because of Cleo. Sometimes she’d throw in a piece of information like the explosion that caused her to lose her arm, or about her strong personality, and rumored preference for women. You’d be lying if you said you never imagined her, next to you while you slept. It made you lose your mind, just how easily she took over your head.
When you showered, you could almost always faintly hear her behind you. The ghosting press of her arm against your skin, until you bend down, cheek pressed against the tile, and mouth her name. Sometimes when you lie in bed, staring at the broken, half-fixed ceiling, she’d appear in the corner of your eyes. A cigar in her mouth, smoke curling around her while you slowly stripped, legs open, waiting for her to move.
You walk into Cleo’s shop around nine in the morning. About two days after you asked Cleo about Sevika’s work. You find her, looking through spare parts, while the summer heat blares through the dirty windows, shining on the table.
“I heard Sevika works at that bar...The Last Drop?”
Cleo pushes a crushed arm out of her way before humming, “Yeah, at Lane district...talking about Last Drop, there’s a delivery arranged. You want to try taking it?”
“You trust me that much now?” You ask, with a small smile, grabbing your coat and the special badge Cleo carries around.
She scoffs, “Can’t have you holed up here all the time.” She disappears into the back room, before she’s coming back out with a box and a small bag. “Delivery, and look for one of the working girls called ‘Pinky’ and check the wiring in her leg.”
You nod, taking the box and the bag. “I’ll try to last too long.”
“You work hard. Get yourself a drink.” And you smile at her words, before leaving the shop. The heat crackled against your skin, and sweat poured down your temple as you walked through the damp sewer system and the old buildings. The smell of the street is a mix of oil and something putrid, but it cuts the forty-five-minute walk into twenty-five.
When you arrive at The Last Drop, there are people outside, and you can hear the jeers and yells. There’s a small amount of sweat sliding down your head into your back, and you walk inside, nose crunching at the smell of cigarettes and sweat. You move through bodies before spotting your father towards the back, at a card table, while Sevika deals.
Her mechanical fingers flip the cards, passing them out at such speed you can’t follow along. Your father smiles next to her, and she’s smoking, a smirk painted on her lips. You stare at the table for a second, a part of you hoping he’d see you.
You walk away from the crowded front, before your father looks up, and you hand the box to a short, stout woman before asking for “Pinky.” She points to some doors, and the lights flicker as you rush through them.
You’re not prepared to see women pampering themselves, fixing their hair, and changing with each other while the smell of floral perfume lingers in the air. Some of them are naked, some are wearing pretty lingerie, hair puffed up with red lips, and pretty eye shadows. Their eyes land on you, a moment of awkwardness at your sudden appearance.
Perhaps this is the type Sevika likes. Pretty and pampered, someone who smells of coconut, and paints their cheeks. A rush of jealousy curls against your spine. “Is Pinky here?”
A young woman moves from a closet, with bright pink long hair and a mechanical leg on one side. “Cleo sent you?”
“Yes,” And you wiggle the bag in the air as she signals for you to walk to her. You move past the pretty girls, eyes lingering on their outfits and the way they murmur with each other. Pinky walks you to another connected room, and she sits down, pulling a fluffy coat to her body.
You open the bag, your hands landing on screw drives and whatever equipment Cleo nudged inside the bag. “What’s wrong?”
Pinky shrugs, “The big toe won’t flex,” and you watch as the faux mechanical toes all move, except for the big one. You kneel in front of her, fingertips gliding along the cool metal and black wiring, lining down to her metal ankle.
You work on the wiring, making Pinky flex and move, until you’re halfway done. The click on the door is soft, and it opens, and from behind you, Pinky smiles. Her cheeks turn red, nearly matching the color of her lips. “Sevy, have you come to greet me? Lost the game?”
You try not to look behind you, and you pace yourself while Pinky talks, and the thud of Sevika’s shoes steps behind you. Sevika’s voice rings behind you, and she feels so close, you’re sure if you step back, you’d collide with her. “No, I’m here to make sure everything is alright.”
You hold your breath, “Finished. Try not to get the wiring wet for at least a day. The drying coat needs time to settle in.”
“Something happened to the leg?” Asks Sevika, and she walks to your side, while you move in the opposite direction, hiding your face.
Pinky hums, “Malfunction or something. Nothing new.”
You’re quick to grab your bag, and you’re moving to leave until a hand curls around your arm, and you’re twirled around, back hitting a table, knocking a bottle over. The push pulls a gasp out of you, and you’re staring into Sevika’s grey eyes, while she’s looking into yours, eyes narrowed. There’s a cigarette in her mouth, and the light gleams red, so fucking close to your face.
“Y/N…” She murmurs, and it comes out so soft and deep, like she’s begging you. Like you’ve known and talked to each other for years, like she’s done something wrong, and needs you to forgive her. A sliver of ash falls from her cigarette as your mouth opens. You try to say something, but nothing comes out.
From the corner of your eye, Pinky is leaning back into her seat, “You two know each other?”
“Yes”
“No.” You respond, and your voices mingle with each other, answering Pinky at the same time. Sevika’s eyes twitch, and her hands feel so warm on your skin, as if she’s rubbed them together or hovered them over a fire. It’s electric. “Let me go.” You whisper, the words ringing between you and her.
Her hands drop, and your skin turns cold. A part of you misses the warmth. The jolt of heat that rushed through your spine when her fingers touched you. You ducked your head, avoiding eye contact until you walked outside the bar, finally taking a breath.
Sevika comes back the next day, early in the afternoon, when Cleo is out and about trying to haggle for mechanical parts in the south of Zaun. You clean the shop, though not many come through, except for the couple of people who had a previous arrangement with Cleo and fixed their issue with you. You’re handling a mechanical eye that gleams bright red before the little bells on the door ring.
You don’t pay much attention to the door, gloved hands placing the eyes in an enclosed compartment. “There’s no mechanical replacement available today...only scheduled pickups.”
“How about a checkup?”
You twirl around, nearly dropping the box, as you see Sevika. “Cleo didn’t mention you’d come.”
She moves from the foot of the door, her red shawl moving with each movement, and the thud of her shoes makes goosebumps rise on your flesh. She smiles at you, though it almost seems kind of mocking. “We’ve known each other for years...I thought I’d be given a better response yesterday.”
You press your lips to a thin line, “I was working.”
Her head tilts, “So you avoided me?”
Your throat bobs, and you place the compartment down, wiping your hands, before taking out a seat at the table. “I wasn’t trying to avoid you. I just...I didn’t want to intrude between you and your gir—”
“Friend,” Sevika interjects, and she stops in front of you, eyes raking over your frame before taking a seat at the table, legs spread open. “She’s my friend. Nothing more.”
There’s a brief silence in which you simply stare at her, then at her arm. “What can I do for you?”
Her eyes narrow, and she licks her lips, “Just maintenance. Check the wiring. Make sure everything is good.”
You move from the table, feeling Sevika’s eyes laser-focused on the back of your head. Since that day, each of your actions has been calculated. You think extra hard before even moving left or right, trying to avoid the rumble of guilt and the feeling of mistake. With each pacing second, you feel as though Sevika is shining a giant light on you, while you’re in a dark room watching you, waiting for a reaction.
When you walk back to the table, you put down Cleo’s bag, opening it to find the usual items, to pry Sevika’s mechanical arm open. “Since you’ve been avoiding me, you’ll have to make it up to me...I don’t think your father would be too happy to know you’re being mean to me.”
Your eyes flicker to hers, looking back down as you reach for her arm. The metal is cold, with colors of dark green and rust, while a bright purple radiation gleams from the inside. Her metal fingers are sharp and long, bigger than her flesh fingers. “How?”
Her shoulders shrug, “I don’t know. Maybe you will have to show me the stuff you’ve built. Maybe you will do me a favor…I’ll tell you later. You building anything new here?”
“Something's...here and there. Nothing interesting.” You respond, and you take your time checking the wiring on her mechanical arms. When you’re finished, your fingers rake over the metal work, praying into the small empty spaces between the metals. Just like before. “Though I’ve fixed a couple of mechanical and shimmer-powered arms.”
“Do they ask for you specifically?”
You shake your head, “No. My work is not that well-known…”
When you look up, her grey eyes are dilated, darkness eating her grey irises, and her chest heaves up and down, breathing shallow. And you realize that your tendency to run away from Sevika isn’t because of her, but rather because of your lack of self-control.
When she’s near, you run on impulse. Searching and searching for her to give you a reaction, a sliver of attention. Anything that tells you that she sees you. That she needs you. “You have a beautiful arm…” You whisper to her, and her lips part for a second. With Sevika, it’s as if your brain refuses to calculate. You have to act.
You grab onto the hand of her arm, and you spread her metal fingers pressing them against your cheek, until you shudder, and it’s as if you’ve dunked yourself in cold water. Sevika’s fingers flex, and they latch onto your cheek, thumb pressing into your skin. “Y/N…”
She says your name as sweetly as she did the day before. Soft and pulled slowly from her lungs, each syllable dripping with heat. You hum, eyes flutter while you nuzzle your cheek into the cold metal. “Are you worried about hurting me? It feels nice.”
Sevika is frozen. Transfixed. Like if her brain is taking its time processing your actions, trying to make sense of you. The metal twitches, digging into your skin, and you press into it until a sliver of pain shoots down your spine, and you softly hiss.
The pressure of her metal finger pulls away, quickly and roughly, accidentally slicing a line into your skin. It takes a second for your cheek to feel cold and damp. “Jesus,” Sevika breathes, and she’s moving, eyes searching for a towel or anything, while your finger touches the small wound, a sliver of red gleaming on your fingers.
You barely have any time to react to it before she’s tilting your head, pressing a napkin into it. “Your father will be pis—”
“Do you only date the women you work with?” Your throat bobs, hand flying to clutch the red shawl, and her jean blood mixing in with the material. You swear you feel her warm skin through her washed-out jeans.
Sevika says nothing, while your words echo in the shop. And she blinks at you, before the skin of her cheek twitches. “What did you say?”
You don’t understand if her question is rhetorical or if she really didn’t hear you, but you repeat the question, while the material of the napkin is pressed on you. “Do you only date the women you work with?”
“Your father and I ar—”
“My question has nothing to do with my father. Do you?”
She maneuvers your hand to press on the napkin, and she takes a step back. Your hand falls from her shawl, and she turns, footsteps ringing as she walks away from you, hand flexing next to her. They open and close, forming a fist, and as the bell of the door dings, Sevika disappears.
You whisper her name into the air later that day. You sink into your fingers, face pressed into your ugly green pillow, muffling your whimpers and choked sobs, while you think about Sevika. Each scenery is filthier than the last.
Her using you in each room of The Last Drop, you sitting on her lap, belly full with her faux cock while she plays a poker game, her keeping you naked in her work office, ready to relieve her stress anytime she’d ask. Each scenario replaying over and over, while you thumb your swollen, puffy clit, wishing she could see you.
You don’t work the next day; instead, you lounge around the house, itching to fix anything mechanical, anything that reminds you of Sevika’s arm. A friend of yours comes around when your father is gone, and he sits on the old couch, “So you and me, equals Last Drop, tonight.”
“I thought you had no money.”
He shrugs, “Poker game tonight. I feel lucky, and yes, I checked that your father isn’t working tonight. So no hiding.”
You sit next to him, old boots pressing into the space under the table, “What are you betting in your poker game?”
“I heard Sevika is playing tonight, so...maybe my board, but the one that glows. Looks expensive, but really it’s cheap.”
“Me.”
Your friend quirks his eyebrows, “Huh?”
“Bet me. Don’t bet your hoverboard. I offer myself as the...money tonight.”
He laughs, and laughs, rolling in place, and wiping away a tear while you stare at him. When he stops, he realizes you aren’t fucking around, and his throat bobs. “Are you...serious?”
“Yes,” You breathe out, excitement drumming through your veins, nearly envisioning Sevika in front of you. You argue with him for a good hour about the novelties and the ethics and whatnot about his betting you in a poker game. Something about his consciousness not allowing him, until you spill about Sevika.
When he finally understands, he leans back into the couch, nails drumming on his paint-stained pants, “And if she doesn’t win?”
“She will.”
You pray on your word, though you aren’t the religious type. When the sky gets darker, and your father comes home, immediately dropping his things at the foot of the door and dashing to bed, you begin to change. Some of your prettier clothing, with some makeup, highlighting your eyes.
Your friend picks you up an hour later, and you both walk outside of The Last Drop, watching bodies spill outside the door. You wade through the sea of bodies, the smell of chemicals, smoke, and ash hanging in the air. You’re pushed and moved until your friend walks to the poker table, Sevika’s eyes land on yours, and your friend is quick to sit down and curl his arm around your waist.
“My girl wants to be tonight’s money…” He says with a soft purr in his voice. Eyes rush from him to you, and the men jeer and smile, while your eyes linger on Sevika. “Will that be an issue?”
They all shake their head, “Finally, something worth losing an arm and a leg.” One of them says, eyes raking over your body. Sevika says nothing, and she deals the card, lighting a cigarette. They pass and pass cards, throwing in odd words, until your friend sighs.
There’s a dejected look that passes through their eyes, and their eyes brush over to you, until your friend leans back, a faint smile on his lips as he looks up at you, “House wins.”
When you look at Sevika, she’s staring at the table, while the players grumble in defeat. Her eyes flicker to yours, and you smile. Got you.
You go back to the bar, feeling the warmth of a familiar body, and coldness seeps into your skin as Sevika wraps her metal fingers around your wrist. “Walk.”
People part for her as she walks through the crowd, some eyes following her movement, before she walks up a pair of stairs, and you’re following her. The paint of the walls changes, and a myriad of doors decorate them. She pushes one open, closing it when you make it inside, letting go of your hand.
The room is prepared, with candles slowly flickering on the sides. “What were you thinking?” Sevika snarls, and she’s walking towards you as you back up, knees hitting the bed. “I could’ve lost, your little boyfriend could’ve lost, and what then? You’d call your father?”
You fall on the bed, tilting your head up to see her, “He’s not my boyfriend...and you’ve never lost.”
“Enjoy tonight...because this is the last time you’ll be here.”
Your eyes narrow at her words, teeth chewing the inside of your cheek, “Fine. I’m sure my friend or one of those poker buddies of yours will help me to enjoy my last night.”
Sevika’s nose flares a scowl painted on her face, and you get up from the bed, moving past her fingers on the doorknob before she pushes you to the wall, twirling you and moving you into the corner of the room. Her mechanic fingers reach your chin, squeezing your cheeks. “Don’t be a brat.”
A whimper falls from your lips, eyebrows knitted together, because she sounds so fucking mean in the best way possible. And her knee is slowly pressing in between your legs, rising to touch your needy cunt that flutters. You sharply inhale, “And if I am? What does...what does that have to do with you? Does having me...up against the wall turn you on?”
Sevika’s throat bobs, and her pupils are slowly dilating, top lip twitching. She’s mad, nearly fuming at your words, even though a flash of guilt passes through her face. “Y/N...don’t make me throw you out.”
“Does it?” You ask through a sharp gasp as her metal fingers tighten. Your spine is on fire, and you can faintly hear the rush of your blood against your own ears. “Maybe...maybe, you want to hear how I fuck myself thinking about you. Or that...I haven’t let anyone touch me since the day you got drunk at my house.”
Sevika’s eyes widen, a sharp inhale curling from your throat. “You—”
A sharp knock echoes in the room, while Sevika stares at you, breathing through her nose. Her throat bobs, and you faintly smile at her, “Fuck me here. Doesn’t matter...if they’re outside, c’mon. Please.” You whine out the last word, and it seems to break her because she backs away nearly.
“Out.” The door is knocked on again, and she moves, pulling it open, and rushing past some woman, and an older gentleman, as they walk inside the room, eyebrows furrowing at you as you’re still pressed into the wall.
You don’t leave. You don’t even make it to the double doors before you’re hiding somewhere near your friend and some other people, watching Sevika drown herself in alcohol. Each wave of her hand was replied with a shot full of an amber liquid, and she’d look at it for a second before pouring it down her throat.
Satisfaction rushes through your skin, and somewhere along the night, bodies began to slowly disappear. You only move when Sevika gets up, wobbly walking with her head held high. And you follow her into the dingy bathroom, waiting for a second before you walk into it, tilting your body to look under the stalls, until you see her shoes peeking from the one in the end.
You knock on it, while different women come and go, giving you a half-dazed smile. “Sev...Sevika.”
She grumbles from behind the stall, and you rattle it until she opens it. Her back is against the wall, head in her hand, while she softly mumbles to herself. You near her, trying to hold her. “Let's take you home.” And she grunts.
For a second, you have a good hold on her, but the slippery floor makes your movement difficult, and Sevika moves, caging you against the bathroom wall, holding you hostage there. She’s got you pressed, and she’s looking down, with a half-lidded smile, strong arms slowly wrapping around your back.
“Sevika,” You call out, trying to keep your voice restrained. You can’t make the mistake as last time. You can’t take advantage of her like this.
She hums, right next to your ear, pressing her lips to the shell of your ear, tongue darting to the flesh, and you bite your lips as she nibbles. Your pussy pulses, pleasure rushing through your flesh with each lick. Her tongue pulls a whimper out of you, and your nails dig into her arm, pressing an indentation into her skin.
“Sound...pretty,” she says, words slow and slurred, “Should taste your cunt...right here...’m horrible. ‘m so—sorry...”
A tremble passes through your body, the words echoing against your skull. Slick pours from your pussy, and you’re sure you’ve never been more aroused in your life as the thought of Sevika just pushing you down and having her way with you brushes your brain.
Her apology is soft, though thickly laced with lust and need. But you try to force her back, and she grunts before pressing harder into you, knee jerking between yours. Her fingers clutch the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at her. “Sevika...stop it,” You hiss, trying again.
Her head bobs, eyes falling closed, and she leans in, just enough that you can feel her breath on your lips. You can see the pores in her face, and her lashes, and smell every shot she took. “’m older than your...father.” She mumbles out, lips pressing your cheek as you freeze. “But...I can...make your pussy feel good...swear. Good stamina...fuck you full.”
Your moan mixes with the sudden knock against the stall. A heat rushes through your stomach, while Sevika’s eyes flutter open, and she wobbles away from you, nearly hitting the toilet. You’re quick to wrap her arm around your head, pushing through your own needy haze. “I’ll take you home…” You begin, and her mouth opens before closing again. “I know...where you live.”
She grumbles, shaking her head, “Near...near here..far away.” and she repeats that as you haul her outside the bathroom, softly grunting when she presses half her weight on you. Your friend disappears, and you carry Sevika, sometimes swaying into a building and taking a breather before, walking again.
When you finally get her home, you’re quick to fetch a water bottle, and as you put it down on her nightstand, you see a picture. A picture of you, a small one, but not a recent one, like it had been taken some time ago. Your fingers thumb on the handle of the table, and when you pull, more pictures appear.
One when you’re eighteen, around the time you officially meet her, then a couple months later. One of you a day after your twentieth birthday, one of the following year, and then more and more, nearly filling the cabinet. The discovery is blinding because it means you’re not the only pervert between the two.
And you move from the nightstand, taking off Sevika’s boot, and her clothing, leaving her in underwear and a shirt, though your eyes impulsively stare at the line of hair streaming down from her belly button into her dark underwear. Your fingers press the material, feeling the muscles of her stomach through the fabric, and the softness of her breast.
Your nails trail down, passing where her hip bone is, down to her thighs. Then back up, until you’re touching her face, outlining her skin. You look through her clothing, smelling gunpowder and smoke on them, and just before you leave, you strip down to your bra and underwear.
You lie next to her, head nuzzled on the mass of her bicep, so close you can smell sweat, sandalwood, and gunpowder mixed in the coarse hairs under her arm. It’s intoxicating, better than anything you’d imagine, so so much better. A sigh falls from your lips, palm pressed to her stomach, and you push yourself, leaning until your lips touch hers.
“Sev…” You whimper into her skin, pressing down her side, and throwing your leg over hers. Sevika grunts as your hand pushes upwards, cupping her breast, and each soft thrust of your hip is torture. Each kiss is soft and chaste, as her chest rumbles and snores fall out of her.
You try to suppress your fucked-up urges, failing as your tongue darts to the corner of her mouth, sucking her bottom lip, and pushing to taste the liquor and smoke on her tongue. The room fills with your meek hiccups and moans. Sevika softly moans, pushing past her snore, hips jolting, each time your hand squeezes her boob.
You buck against her, pussy gliding against her hip bone, thinking about her fucking you full. “Daddy,” You hiccup wetly, clit twitching as you push down, thrusting your face into her axilla, and taking in every ounce of her scent.
The bed squeaks with each of your thrusts, and you’re so fucking close, heat stirring in your lower belly, while your clit grinds into Sevika’s body. The movement of her hand sliding on top of your thigh, mechanical hands squeezing your skin, is what sends you over the edge. And you pathetically hump her hip, nearly sobbing as you involuntarily open your mouth, drool sliding and covering your mouth and her armpit.
You lie there for an hour, quietly twitching, and hiccuping, feeling slick pour out of your cunt, until the bottom of your panties is wet. You nuzzle against her again, hands pressing under her shirt, touching her warm stomach, and gliding against her skin, just feeling her. You’re not sure what time you'll make it back home.
All you know is that you touch yourself again, this time one finger inside, curling it until you’re crying and calling out Sevika’s name, begging her to use your body, and to punish you for being disgusting. By two in the morning, you fall asleep with three fingers still inside, cheeks wet and panting.
The summer heat blared against each surface of the house. Cleo gives you a week off, something about it being too hot to make deliveries. You lounge around the house, working on your forgotten projects, until your father knocks on your door.
He opens, awkwardly standing there for a second. “Sevika will come to us to the cabin...I know I’m breaking tradition, but you sh—”
“Sure.”
He pauses, eyes slightly widening, before he smiles, “Really?”
You nod, eagerly, “Yeah, why not?”
“I thought you didn’t like her.” And he says that with a relieved sigh, “She can give you some pointers with the ladies...if that’s what you’re into...you know I support you.”
“I know, Dad. Does she know I’ll be there?”
He tilts his head, “Yeah, of course.”And he rambles on and on about his ‘younger’ self, and how he loved and loved, always having a girl on his arm. You leave the next day, just a couple of hours after packing your clothing. Each other is more revealing than the other.
Your leave Zaun, into the thick, dense woods of Borderland, and the world seems to shed that dark grey color infested over Zaun, into a soft blue and green. The Borderland was a midway place, filled with nature and green, unlike Zaun and Piltover. And through an arrangement, they left the place open, though no one can construct or alter the terrarium.
How did your father do it? Who the hell knows? The cabin is in the far back, near a hidden blue lake. It’s a stark, dark brown with log for walls, and a nice porch with a small swing. When you arrive, Sevika is at the front, a thick bag over her shoulder, while she smokes a cigarette. The sun reaches her boots, and she exhales, smoke curling in front of her.
“Though we’d beat you here.” Your father calls out. You follow behind, face growing hot, remembering every detail of the filthy things you did. Sevika’s eyes follow you before looking at your father, a grin moving to her face.
“Never, old man.”
And she walks behind you, until your father drops his bag on the couch. “Okay, so only two rooms. Sevika, you and Y/N can take the bigger room, and I’ll take the bed on the other side.”
“Dad, are you sure? Your back is n—”
“I’m sure”, and he waves you off, before grabbing his bag again and walking to the opposite side. You look at him with a sigh before walking away.
Sevika follows you to the end of the hall, and you push the door open, smelling wood and oil. A brief moment passes, and you let the silence linger. You wait for her to say something. To sneer at you or call you an impetuous brat, but instead she sets her things down and looks at the bathroom, inspecting every inch. Her eyes glide over your frame, and she’s moving out of the room, while you blink back tears.
Your father, bless his soul, takes no notice of the blooming tension between you both. He unloads the bags of food into the little fridge, humming to himself, while Sevika is outside, a beer next to her chair, as she stares at the dense, thick woods. “Honey, what should we eat today?”
You mumble out some bullshit answer, and he takes it. “We should put Sevika’s skill to the test.” He says, and you scoff.
“If she can cook, that is.” You lounge around in the basement, ignoring the heat building in your skin, flushing down your scalp, and down your spine. You imagine that the sky is dark, bruised blue, and you work through your old shitty inventions, twisting nails and metal, until it seems pointless.
The door of the basement clicks open, and you don’t look back, hands continuing to work on the little mechanical robot that flickers as you heat the wiring. The smells of smoke and dust.
“The food is done,” Sevika says, words echoing in the dark, dusty room. The yellow light above you flickers, and you bite your tongue, trying to stay civil.
“I’m not hungry.” You say, breathing even. “I’ll eat later.” And the robot flickers again, before finally lighting up, pixelated eyes blinking at you. From behind, Sevika walks to you, though you don’t pay attention, not until your elbow clashes into her stomach.
Before you turn, she bends down, wrapping her metal fingers around your neck and tightening them until you gasp. “Sevi—”
“Either you come up and eat...and I forgive that stunt you pulled at Last drop and when you dropped me off, or I bend you over my lap until your ass is purple, drag you to your father and explain to him why his pretty daughter came home late that day.”
And her fingers tighten again, digging into your skin while heat pools in your lower back and your pussy throbs, nerves eating every rational thought. Your lips part, a needy whimper coming out instead of a coherent answer, and Sevika clicks her teeth in disappointment. You try again, head bobbing while slowly beginning to feel dizzy and soft around the edges.
“Atta girl,” Sevika purrs, loosening her hold, but leaning down and pushing her tongue inside you. She tastes every inch of your mouth, licking the underside of your tongue, then sucking on it, humming in satisfaction as you mewl around her tongue. When she pulls back, your eyes are lidded, and a line of spit connects you to her lips. “You’re not going to disappoint daddy, are you?”
And you shake your head, wetly gasping when her hand falls, and oxygen finally flows to your brain. She smiles at you, patting your head, and leaves while you stare at the wall. You vibrate in place, trying not to cum untouched, clit pulsing against the material of your pants.
You’re not going to disappoint, Daddy, are you now
You walk in measured steps, holding onto the wall, head swimming with each movement. When you walk outside, you put on a smile, taking the plate Sevika gives you. You look at her, waiting for something, anything, despite your father being mere inches away, and she knows this because she points to a chair next. Go. A command.
When you sit down, she’s in the opposite chair, right in front of you, while your father is next to her. He’s mumbling about memories. And then he perks up, slapping his knee. “Come on, Vika, give my little girl some pointers from your younger days.”
She smiles, “Younger days? Are you calling me old?”
“Come on, you’ve had your share of beauties, years before my daughter was born.” He replies with a laugh, while the fire crackles and there's a howl of cicadas ringing in the night.
Sevika hums, reaching into the space in the enclosed fire pit, picking up her box of cigarettes. “You’re right...about fifteen maybe sixteen years before she was born. I even helped build Cleo’s shop…” and she says it all in a low drawl, while your pussy drips, and you bite back a whimper. Your thighs clamp up, and her eyes flicker down, before looking back up.
“I don’t think...I need advice.” You grumble out, though your voice sounds cracked, and your breathing too calculated.
“No?” She asks, lighting her cigarette, “Your little girl must already have someone.” And at her words, your father’s head snaps to you in surprise.
“Do you?”
You laugh, shaking your head, “No. No, I just don’t have any interest in a relationship.”
“At all?” Your father asks, and your eyes flash to Sevika, her grin falling into a calm, lax face. There’s no expression on her face, but she’s taking her mechanical arm against her thigh, and the end of her cigarette glows.
Maybe Sevika isn’t the relationship type. Maybe she has no actual interest in someone who’s figuring herself out, in such a measured pace, it seems like you’re moving backwards. Maybe this is just...lust and a primal need to satisfy her. “I haven’t found anyone who likes me…for me.” You say with a small smile, and you shrug, “Maybe I’m just meant to be alone.”
Your father shakes his head, “Don’t even worry about that. I’ll take care of you, my firefly.” His words are slurred, and the can of beer in his hand holds nothing but air.
Sevika helps you put your father in his bed, but she doesn’t say anything for a long time as you both enter the room. She lingers around, hand shaking on her lap, and she looks at you with her eyebrows knitted together. “I like you.” You say, “This isn’t about...sex or needing to prove something. You’re a dedicated person, and loyal...your work with Silco doesn’t matter to me. I like you regardless...What I did was…” Your voice trails off, a lump building in your throat.
Sevika stands up, eyes trained on you, and she takes a step towards you, just near the edge of the bed, as you stand in front of the door. “Your father would never forgive me.”
You give her a dry laugh, “Is that what bothers you? The fact that he’s your best friend?”
There’s a low hum from the air that swirls around you both, cutting through the tension. The distant chirp of cicadas hurls in your ear, and you stand still for the longest, unsure if you’re about to pass out from the palpitation of your heart or the silence from her end. “We can forget about this…” and you swallow the lump in your throat and every trace of Sevika’s tongue on your mouth.
“I can’t…” Her tone is soft, and she takes another step until she’s right in front of you, and her arm quietly steams, hissing into the air.
“You can’t what? Forget about what we’ve done or the fact that my father is your best friend?”
You barely breathe, even when Sevika drops her head on your shoulder, knocking you back into the door. The smell of sandalwood and smoke lingers in her hair, and she’s breathing right in your ear, as if she’s been punched, each breath labored and pulled.
“Both...both,” she whispers, a second rushes by filled with nothing but your mingled breaths, until she pulls her head away, hands cupping your face. “But asking your father for forgiveness is easier than regretting not doing this.”
Sevika turns her head, pressing herself into you, lips attached to yours. There’s an odd sweetness mingled in it, not like the filthy one she had given you; this is something more than that. Something akin to love. Her metal arm slides to the small of your back, pulling you to her body, spurring a whine from your lips.
In the midst of her kissing you as if you’re about to disappear, you barely realise she’s maneuvering you away from the door, hauling you to her lap, while she sits on the bed. She nibbles on your lower lip, wetting your bottom lip, while her metal fingers press into your skin.
You follow her moments, whining sweetly into her mouth as her tongue finally opens yours. Sevika licks your tongue, then your molars, touching every inch, until the air in your lungs disappears. Sevika kisses you with urgency, “’m weak for you.” She gasps into you.
And you pull away for a second, admiring the greyness of her eyes, and the slight red blush on her cheeks, “Do you love me?”
Sevika nods, eagerly, chasing your lips for a second kiss. “I do...I do.” You mewl into her mouth, and she pushes you to the bed, never breaking the kiss. She suffocates you, laying her weight on you, while her knee presses between yours. She breaks away, peppering kisses along your cheek, slowly traveling down to your neck, licking at your sensitive skin.
Each touch has you hips jerking into the material of her jeans, pressing your clothed cunt into her thigh. Each drag is unbelievably sending heat through your stomach, pushing out tiny mewls and whimpers. It’s borderline embarrassing. The mere action of Sevika’s lips on your skin is enough to pull such needy and whiny sounds.
“Tried to keep away from you.” She murmurs, face pressed into the material of your shirt, and she bunches it up until she can freely kiss your belly, “...really tried.”
Sevika tugs your shorts off until your underwear comes into view. She takes a minute before pressing her face down, groaning, tongue darting to the indentation marking your cunt. A gasp rings in your ear, and she’s yanking you to the end of the bed, down on her knees while her hands slide to the back of your thighs.
Your belly swoops, while blood rushes through your ear, eyes lidded as Sevika licks you through the underwear, sucking your clothed clit with a groan. You can feel her flatten her tongue, slick mixing in with her saliva as she sucks and licks you. “Vika...feels good.”
She hums, finally pulling down your wet underwear, slick, connecting your pussy to it. You feel her hands on your thigh, metal fingers digging into your skin, and she kisses along the inside of your thigh. Teasing and teasing, while your cunt pulses and your skin prickles.
Tears prickle the corner of your eyes, and you blink them away as the slow rush of warmth drips around your senses. You suck in a deep, sharp breath when Sevika presses down, giving your clit a soft kiss. And she does it again, and again until you're twitching, fingers fisting the bed sheets. The ceiling appears and disappears in your vision, as a sudden ache makes your pussy drip.
When Sevika finally licks your cunt, your body loses composure, and your foot softly kicks out. A loud moan leaves your lips, eyes fluttering as Sevika pulls your legs to her shoulders, nearly locking your ankles. “So good,” she slurs, parting your folds and licking from your sopping hole to your clit.
She gives the swollen buds kitten licks, humming each time you moan, or your hips flex into her face. “fucckk,” You whimper, low and needy, “let...let me fu–fuck your face. Please, please.” And Sevika presses into your pussy, sucking on the swollen bud, breathing in your scent of skin and sweat.
She wiggles her face for a second, fingers pressing your hip down, and a sudden fullness lingers in your lower belly. It’s soft and aching, making a squelch ring into the air. Her soft groan sends a vibration rippling through your body, finally pulling out a needy, choked sob from your system, and Sevika slides in another finger.
She slides them in and out of your walls, making your back lift off the bed when she finally curls them, hitting a spongy spot that has you bucking into her. “Sev…sev,” You call out, name rushing out of your mouth like some sacred mantra over and over again.
Your brain has turned into much, grinding back into her mouth, chasing the fuzzy that has curled around the edges of your brain. Drool slides down your chin, and tiny “ah ah ah” s rush from your mouth. Sevika fucks her tongue into you, curling her fingers, stroking at the spongy spot until it feels as though you’re about to pee on her. “Nnghh fuc–fuck, sev…’m close.”
A shudder rushes through your body, heat swarming into your lower belly. Your hand flies to her hair, pushing her down, while your hips jolt down, moving to ride her face. Loud, high-pitched moans leave your lips, and Sevika savors your pussy, lapping like it’s her last meal.
Her tongue suckles at the bud, and for a second, she pulls back, taking a deep breath. You look at her through lidded eyes, your mouth open in an “O” shape. She spits on your pussy, clear white string falling from her tongue, and she goes down again. She moans into you, and when her tongue flicks your clit, and you feel the faint rush of her teeth against the bud, you explode.
Your back arches of the bed, muscles twitching, making the skin of your thigh move, involuntarily. Each second is filled with warmth that makes your body shudder, spurring fat tears until you’re streaming down your cheek. Your hips jolt in place, breasts bouncing with each movement while Sevika’s tongue flutters up and down. Your whimpers fall continuously, quiet gasps filling the room.
When you finally come back from the high, Sevika is pressing soft kisses on your belly, chin wet, eyes lidded, and pupils blown. You can almost see your reflection in the black, swallowing her irises. “Want…” You whimper, trying to move your muscle, “want to…make you feel…god.”
Your cunt is pulsing, slick, lubricating down the coarse hair and the inside of your thighs. Your fingers slide into Sevika’s hair, softly pulling her to your face. “Please,” you slur out, pressing a kiss to her. You can feel her smile against your lips.
“My pretty girl,” She purrs, “C’mon then.” And she’s standing up, moving around her bag. Clothes still on. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, nearly vibrating, and you’re quick to take off your shirt, throwing it somewhere around the room.
The room stills, and you’re nearly leaping off the bed as you watch Sevika shrug off her clothing and clasp a harness on her waist. Shimmer strap. God, Sevika is about to fuck you with a shimmer strap. You feel so fucking lightheaded it’s almost insane. The faux cock attached to it has smooth ridges; it begins to glow a soft purple, the color imitating even at the tiny slit on the cockhead.
You pull off from the bed, while she adjusts herself, crawling to her on the floor, until she’s looking at you, a look of surprise on her face. You’re drunk off seeing her like this; above you, hair tusled and chest heaving up and down. “Open up for, daddy.”
You try to collect spit from your mouth, latching onto the cock, tongue, and feeling the soft, smooth ridges on the walls of your mouth. You suck, swallowing her down, hands on her thigh until your throat contracts and you pull away with a thick line of spit connecting you to the head. You’re greedy, a floaty feeling setting in the back of your mind.
You push back, greedily sucking the underside of her cock, tonguing at the ridges until it beams purple, and a vibration rolls through Sevika. “Fuck…that’s it. That’s my girl.” She breathes, and you such on the shaft, licking up to the slit of her faux cock. A glob of purple glistens down from the slit, and you lick, tasting sweetness.
The sensation of sevika in pleasure is intoxicating. You push down to the base of the cock, feeling the leather of the harness on your nose. Need and want rain on your body. You move back until the back of your head hits the wall, pulling Sevika with you, and you’re back swallowing her cock, and following your cheek, trying to force her to fuck your face. A choked groan leaves her lips, and you moan around her.
You jerk back, staring up at Sevika, “Tck, is that all you got for daddy?” Sevika drawls, spit dribbles around the cock, mixed with the purple gleaming liquid. There's some on your fingers and your wet lips, mixing with your saliva.
“Cum…cum on my face, please,” You whimper, “Please, daddy. Will you?” And Sevika’s eyes are staring at your own lidded ones, cheeks wet with tears, as you softly rock on the floor.
She smiles, mean and cocky, “Go on then. Fuck your throat on daddy’s cock then.” Her hand yanks your face forward, shoving you down onto her cock, and it hits the back of your throat, until your hands are gripping her thighs. You scramble for purchase, tears streaming down, while spit dribbles, and breathing becomes secondary.
Your head connects to the wall, thumping but not enough for pain to settle in your senses. She keeps you there, nose touching the coarse hair peeking from the harness. And your throat convulses around her cock, and slick pours from your pussy onto the floor. The heat of your mouth draws a moan from her, and your vision turns blurry with tears; the feeling of serenity washes over your body, turning you lax and dizzy.
Sevika groans, loud and high-pitched, and she pulls her cock off, giving you a second before you’re chasing after it, panting like some dog in heat. A shudder rolls around you, and your tongue is slick with spit and shimmer. “Need,” You mewl out, sobbing into the air, as Sevika holds you back from her cock.
“C’mon, baby, behave.” She says, voice craking with a groan.
“Please,” You slur, the words filled with need, as you chase after her, fingers into her thighs, and you lean forward, lapping at the tip. “Need it…n–need it.”
The cock twitches, and Sevika’s pushing it on your face, smearing shimmer and spit on your tear-streaked skin, “Need what, baby?”
“You…need you.” Your words are barely audible, slurred and needy, “fuck me. Fuck me. Plea–please, use me…use me.”
“On the bed, baby.”
You scramble from the floor, whining as you pull away from her cock. Your knees scrape against the cold floor, wobbling with each step until you’re on your back, opening yourself for her. It’s filthy, the way you reach behind your legs, trying to pull your folds apart.
Goosebumps erupt along your flesh, and she’s pulling your legs apart, holding you just halfway. Spit dribbles from her mouth down to your pussy, mixing with the shimmer of her cock. The shaft touches your cunt, gliding up and down your pussy, slowly rolling her hips, forcing a broken moan from your throat.
You whimper as the head pumps into your clit, and your pussy flutters pathetically, the feeling of emptiness making you hiccup. She fucks into the swollen bud, bumping against it, while you try to take a deep breath, loins burning with need. “Ins–inside…” You breathe out, choked and whiny, “Daddy, inside…c’mon pleaseplease.”
Sevika stares at you like you were made for her–made to take her cock. She leans into you, swallowing your needy gasps, and pushing her tongue inside your mouth, and she likes your mouth open, her cock pushes inside. She pushes inside, halfway in, letting you sob into her mouth, before thrusting all in, swallowing your choked sob.
Your back arches off the bed, toes spreading out, while your nails scramble to grip her shoulders. The sensation of fullness makes your pussy flutter violently around her cock, and she’s moaning into your mouth, before pulling down, and pushing back inside, rushing through your walls. Your nails dig, and dig until you’re sure blood has somehow crossed above the surface.
“Da–daddy,” You sob, body pinned to the bed, while the bed softly squeaks under the weight.
“What’s wrong…” Sevika hums mokinly, hips jerking back, until half of her cock is inside you, “Is daddy too rough? You begged for this, baby.”
The sheer feeling of her inside you makes your head spin. Your hip involuntarily jerks because you can almost feel how Sevika’s cock has stretched you. You squirm in place, and white-hot pleasure crushes you, as Sevika sinks her cock inside–in and out, rubbing along your walls, while a nasty, obscene squelch bounces around the walls of the cabin.
She pulls back from your body, slowing down as she plants her on the floor, hitting one of your legs on her shoulder. You catch your breath, until she begins to move, the sudden, hurried pace, making you mewl. A ragged moan tears from Sevika’s throat as your mouth falls open, eyes crossing from the pleasure.
“Just loud and messy for me. Is this how you wanted me to fuck you? Or do you need an audience?” Sevika rocks her hips forward, watching her cock disappear, while shimmer and your pussy juice makes an obscene ring on the base of the toy. “Bend you over the poker table, and make your friend watch your pussy open for me.”
A loud squeal rips from your throat because her filthy words and the press of her thumb on your clit, have you swimming. You nod, dumbly and with need. “Want–wanted you to fuck me…while they watched.” Each word is choked out, in rhythm with Sevika’s brutal thrusts.
Her hips move, just enough to press deeper into you, and her thigh slaps against the cleft of your ass, “Greedy…” The sharp drill of pain against your spine is sudden. A smack on top of clit that has your pussy convulsing. It rips a wet sob from your lips, and her hands smack down again on the side of your thigh. “Say you're mine.” Each word is punched into your with a roll of her hips.
You nod, tears falling down your clumped lashes, and you swallow down, “‘m yours”. The words ring in satisfaction, while Sevika’s hips snap faster, burying herself inside with a sharp groan. The faux cock twitches inside your walls, hitting that sweet spot. “‘m yours.”
“Atta girl,” And your stomach flips, nails curling into the bedsheets, while your belly swoops with heat. You’re dizzy, pulse beating violently under your skin, nearly making your bones rattle. “Gonna make you feel good…like I promised.”
Her words punch a broken noise from your throat, and she grinds the cock deeper with a wet, loud sound. Each roll pushes you forward, tits bouncing with each thrust. Your hips roll down, chasing Sevika’s cock with urgency, as your pussy aches, clit twitching with each jolt. “Cum…cum inside me… yours…wanna feel full, please–”
Her smile widens, a mocking grin on her face, “Should I? What am I going to say to your father when your belly starts to grow?”
Oh god.
The bed squeaks again, and your pussy gushes around her cock. The feeling of warmth rolling down your body, making your thighs jerk, while a broken whimper falls. A pulsing feeling curls in your pussy, as Sevika continues to ram inside you, forcing blood to rush through your ears, and for a second, the world stills, silence falling in your ear.
Your body jolts, and she’s ramming inside, forcing you to ride out your orgasm. You barely notice her open mouth, until you feel so so fucking full, you’re convinced your belly will burst. The fat tip of her cock, slams inside once more, and she gushes inside. “‘m yours,” you slur out, body still feeling as if you’re on top of a fluffy cloud. You say the words again, though they come out broken and unintelligible.
Sevika leans down, with a groan, tongue scraping the shell of your ear, hip rolling once more, making you whimper. “Going to take you home with me…gonna tell your father you belong to me, want that, my pretty pet?” Her tongue licks your wet face, tasting the salt of your tears. “You don’t have a choice anyway.”
Warmth pools in your lower belly, and a broken moan settles from your lips. “Nngg–”
“Shh, it’s okay, ‘m going to take care of you.”
And you nod dumbly, brain still mushy and fried, too gone to think, beyond, “more, fuck me more, need, need”. You can feel when the shimmer drips from your pussy to the bed, pushing past Sevika’s cock. You can even feel when she pulls out with a wet sound, and when she spits on your pussy and pushes the shimmer back inside, two fingers digging into your swollen, abused cunt.
But you don’t feel when you fall asleep. Sevika cleans you up, taking you inside the shower, wetting every inch of you while you snore and softly twitch. She soaps up every crevice of your body, washing it away, then washing the shimmer from inside you.
Impulse rushes through her, and she thumbs at your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles around the bud, watching you give her soft whimpers. “Pretty.” When she carried you back to the bed, she dried you up, then washed herself. She doesn’t even dress you; she simply slips into some shorts and pulls you to her body.
You wake up not from the brightness of the sun softly spilling inside the room, or by the chirp of the birds outside the cabin room. It’s by the pressure between your legs. When your eyes flutter awake, pleasure creeps through your tummy, and you’re on your back, while Sevika’s leg is hooked over yours and her pussy is pressed against yours.
A whimper is spurred from your lips. “Sev..”
Her eyes flutter open, and she’s quick to clasp a hand over your mouth. “Don’t.” She breathes out, “How does it feel? Wanted to see how you felt when you used me to get off…”
You lie back down, while she bucks into your pussy, clit rubbing against hers, and you’re nearly passing out from the wetness that rushes to your ears. The orgasm that rolls through you is sudden and rushed, like it had been building all night. Your pussy pulses against her until she’s biting down on her lower lip, and she’s pushing down, making your foot kick.
She stops, a grin settling on her face, as she falls next to you, hand on your twitching thigh. “You feel good?” You whisper to her.
“Not as good as last night.” Your cheeks burn at her words, and you’re quick to turn and hide your face despite her rushing to hold you. Sevika presses behind your body, nuzzling her face into your neck. “C’mon, princess, you need to accompany daddy to greet your father.”
You shake your head, “Perv.”
A meek slap lands on your thigh, not hard enough to sting, just playful. “Up.”
The bathroom faucet rings in the bathroom while you brush your teeth. Sevika picks out your clothing and then hops inside when you’re finished. It’s around ten in the morning, when you both come out, and your father is already outside grilling breakfast. He doesn’t say anything when you both come out.
He doesn’t even look you in the eyes, not until he’s handing you and Sevika a plate. “You know….I’ve been thinking about putting some kind of soundproof technology inside my room.”
“Oh god.”
a/n: ty @pandulcerosa for the lovely request ꨄ︎!!
before you guys ask...yes there is something wrong with me, and yes, I am trying to get it fixed but enjoy how mildly insane I currently am. long as fic, holy shit. still open to requests, since they keep me awake at night. Additionally, while I do not know how taglists work, please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future Sevika facts,
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thank you so much for everyone who's been reading my fics and has followed me for my little pervy Sevika fics. You make the world go round, and you also make my heart flutter, I will be your bitch if you ever need me. 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
Okay okay hear me out Sevika getting a therapy dog! hybrid recommended by her therapist yo help her cope w like, the less than legal things she's done and the impact it's had on her. I'm sure there's a lot of ways a sweet little dog hybrid could help :)
YOUR BRAIN...SO BIG, AND BEAUTIFUL!!!
I will have so much fun with this request!! will do !!
Do you think you would be willing to write abt hybrids?
YES !! YES !!
tmi, but I used to have a real bad fixation for cat hybrids, but the prey/predator combo with hybrids is so elite !! Along with heat/forced heat/knotting and much more !
Either way, I am absolutely willing !! Do give me requests and such !! :)
